A smile involuntarily appeared on his face as he spoke.
It seemed that he was nostalgically immersed in something that happened in the good old days.
"At that time, she was still a rookie in fashion designing and taught herself solely through perseverance. Later, after she passed away, Wanda collected it as a memento. If it hadn't been exposed that day, I would have almost forgotten it."
He sighed.
Janice's nose twitched when she heard this.
She did not know if she was moved or guilty, but her voice was choked with emotion. "I'm sorry."
It was not until then that Old Mr. Allson came back to his senses. His kind eyes fell on her as he said, "It's not your fault, good girl."
As he spoke, he coughed violently a few times.
When Janice saw this, she immediately reached out to pat him.
"Grandpa, why are you coughing?"
"It doesn't matter. It's just a cold." The old man waved his hand.
"You need to take care of your body," Janice said, her heart aching.
