Jian Wushuang looked at the strong-looking boy and found him quite interesting. After exchanging a look with Leng Rushuang, he jokingly replied, "Grandpa, grandma, you came from beyond the heavens."
"Beyond the heavens?"
The boy was stunned. He blinked his bright eyes and asked, "Where is beyond the heavens?"
"Oh. beyond the heavens..." Jian Wushuang thought for a while and replied with a smile, "It's a place that's very, very far from here. When night comes, you can look up at the sky and see the furthest star from you. That's where I came from."
The boy pouted and shook his head. "Grandfather, you're talking nonsense. Mother told me that the stars in the sky are places that people can only go to after they die. My father is living on the star now."
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang was dumbfounded. But when he heard the second half of the sentence, he could not help but sigh softly. He reached out his hand and rubbed the little boy's head.
