Leh Ying let the elderly person touch her head, "I don't need it to last long, just that he's only good to me when he's around."
The elderly person smiled with narrowed eyes, "How many years has it been?"
"I've known him for three years, and this is the fourth time we're spending Chinese New Year together." Once she spoke, she didn't even need to recall or count.
She remembered it very clearly.
Of course, she referred to the word "acquainted."
Grandma slightly raised her hand and wiped her tear-reddened eyes, "Can't we truly see him for ourselves? Do you have some unspeakable troubles?"
Leh Ying said, "When I'm with him, I feel insecure because his last name is Xu."
Looking into the young girl's eyes, which were red yet had pupils that were pure and beautiful, showing not the slightest fluctuation of change, Grandma seemed thoughtful for a moment before saying,
"The last time you talked to me about him, your eyes, ah, they haven't changed at all. These eyes, they can't lie."
