Ning Weiyang heard the old man's voice and could not help meeting his gaze.
Within the old man's deep eyes lay endless desolation and grief.
Those eyes were exceedingly clouded.
Ning Weiyang froze.
The old man slowly rose to his feet, leaning on his cane to support himself. The sleeve at his wrist slid down, revealing skin as withered as dead wood. The bones in his arm stood out sharply, making for a terrifying sight.
Though he staggered, his steps were firm.
Step by step, he walked around the table before him and came to Ning Weiyang.
Because of his aged body, the old man was now about the same height as Ning Weiyang.
Seeing his unsteady figure, Ning Weiyang could not help reaching out to support him.
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"
At such close range, the old man paused again.
His eyes widened slightly, as though he had seen someone familiar.
Fragments of memories flashed through his mind, and tears welled up in the old man's eyes.
"A-Yu..."
"A-Yu..."
"A-Yu..."
The old man murmured the name.
His withered hand reached out, wanting to caress Ning Weiyang's face.
Ning Weiyang instinctively dodged, finding the old man's behavior rather strange.
She frowned slightly and looked at him in confusion. "Grandpa, I'm not A-Yu. I'm Ning Weiyang."
Though the old man's actions were bizarre, Ning Weiyang patiently explained who she was.
"Ning Weiyang..."
"Ning Weiyang..."
The old man softly repeated Ning Weiyang's name, yet he raised his head and stared at her.
Compared to before, his clouded eyes seemed much brighter.
He suddenly seized Ning Weiyang's hand, startling her.
"Old grandpa, you..."
Ning Weiyang instinctively tried to pull her hand free.
Yet this old man, who looked so frail and boneless, as though a gust of wind could knock him over, was actually