Lin Lin huffed as he walked toward his apartment.
He had detested his great-grandfather since he was little, a disdain without reason. As a child, understanding nothing, he longed to cling to the only relative he had left while also harboring a heart full of animosity. Thus, his entire childhood was riddled with guilt and remorse. He felt like a bad kid, unworthy of his great-grandfather.
But as he grew older, Lin Lin slowly realized that his great-grandfather likewise disliked him. The way the old man looked at him was as if he were a dish, and not even a preferred one at that, but viewed with criticism and reluctance.
Although young, he was aware he wasn't foolish, so naturally, as he went through his rebellious phase, he disregarded his great-grandfather in return, immersing himself in his little world. Perhaps even now, he had not emerged from that emotional state.
