Jiang Yixia came out of the kitchen. Seeing the old man, she hurried over to greet him. "Uncle, you're here. Please, come inside and sit down. It's cold out."
Jiang Silu then took the initiative, helping Wen Wan guide the old man into the house. After he was seated on the sofa, she went to pour a cup of hot tea and brought it over.
The old man cupped the teacup with both hands, took a sip, and let out a long breath.
"This child is so thoughtful," the old man said with a smile, looking at Jiang Silu.
Jiang Silu just smiled without saying anything.
Wen Wan knelt beside her grandfather, holding his hand. Her eyes were red, but she had a smile on her face.
She gazed at her grandfather's face, at the wrinkles etched upon it, at his white hair. Her heart ached, yet it was filled with warmth.
"Grandpa, was the journey tiring?" she asked softly.
"Not at all. Master Chen is a steady driver. He even poured water for me along the way," the old man said with a smile.
