The old man grasped her hand, his murky eyes squinting as he looked at her face. Yun Ya smiled gently, her gaze warm and bright, brimming with a sense of spring.
Something quickly flickered in the old man's eyes, too fast to discern clearly. In that brief moment of Yun Ya's distraction, she realized the hand holding hers tightened slightly, gripping firmly.
"Good child, how old are you this year?" The old man's voice was very kind.
Yun Ya smiled and replied, "To answer you, Old Master, I am eighteen this year."
"Good." The old man laughed, "Such a tidy child. I like what I see."
Just as Yun Ya steadied herself, Yan Xing suddenly rushed out, squeezing Yun Ya aside, and leaned against the old man's leg, "Great-grandfather, you can only like Xingxing, or Xingxing will be upset."
Yun Ya lowered her eyes and stepped back, earning a fierce glare from Yan Xing. Yun Ya responded with a gentle and serene smile, showing no trace of temper.
