Xu Chenyao poured the tea into the ceramic cups and handed one to her grandfather. He smiled, taking a sip of the steaming liquid.
"Ah, thank you, Yaoyao," he said, his eyes closed in appreciation. "You always make the best tea."
Xu Chenyao smiled, feeling a warmth in her heart. She loved taking care of her grandfather, loved seeing him happy.
"Grandpa, can I ask you something?" she said, sitting down next to him on the couch.
"Of course, Yaoyao," he replied, his eyes opening to look at her.
"What do you think about me and Ilya?" Xu Chenyao asked, trying to sound casual.
Her grandfather's expression turned serious. "I think you're better off without him, Chenyao," he said, his voice firm. "He's not good for you. He's too controlling, too manipulative and overall i just don't like him."
Xu Chenyao felt a pang of guilt. She knew that her grandfather was right, but she couldn't tell him the truth. Not yet, at least.
