Forgetful

"Grandpa told me something earlier today, do you want to hear about it?" he said as he folded his legs. He would tell Yan Huan if she was interested. Should she say no, he would make no further mention of it.

"Yeah," Yan Huan said, nodding like an obedient baby.

Of course she wanted to hear what grandfather had to say. Elderly wisdom was invaluable and incomparable. She was only about 30 years old when added together with her past life. Ye Jianguo had been fighting the war of life and murdered many long before she was born, he was in his golden years already. Their principles and mentality were unfathomable and unattainable for her.

Lu Yi gently took a sip of his milk, slowly savoring its smooth, milky sweetness in his mouth, which reminded him of the scent of his wife.

"Grandpa requested me to let her go, what do you think?"