Leng Youchen opened his eyes and looked at her, the girl's features delicate and petite. From this angle, her eyes appeared large, sparkling with a lingering charm left from their previous kisses.
"Mmm," he closed his eyes, savoring the comfort her fingertips brought, "I saw Grandfather, he has aged quite a bit but his spirits are still as good as they were six years ago."
Wei Anning heard the fondness he held for the elderly man in his voice, "You must really admire your grandfather, right?"
"Mmm." Leng Youchen nodded. Wei Anning thought he would continue speaking and waited, but all that followed was the gradually steady sound of his breathing. She sighed silently, her hands never ceasing their movement.
Returning from the banquet, Leng Youchen only mentioned his grandfather, not his parents, which showed how much the old man meant to him. Looking at his furrowed brow, she thought he must harbor many pains known to no one else.
