"It's true, of course."
The old man smiled and shook his head. "Would your grandpa lie to you?"
The child was just about to break into a happy smile when he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the old woman beside him.
"Then..."
The child trailed off.
His hands twisted together unconsciously.
The old man understood and winked at the child. "Your grandma agrees with me."
She agrees too... So that means...
Really?!
The child looked like he wanted to be happy, but still wasn't sure.
Seeing this, the old man looked at the old woman. "Dear, you should say something. The child doesn't even dare to be happy."
The old woman glared at him slightly.
Then she lovingly stroked the child's head. "Your grandpa is right."
"You can play with the tiger."
Although she said this, the old woman still felt conflicted.
The child's story, together with the old man's memories, had turned this absurd matter into reality.
A tiger she couldn't see...
Was this really not just a wild fantasy?
The old woman let out a long breath in her heart.
Even though it was hard to believe, all the signs showed that the tiger was real.
No—there was a very high chance it was real.
But she couldn't bring herself to believe the tiger was real just because she couldn't see it.
Still, looking at the child's rosy cheeks, flushed with excitement, and the joyful light in his eyes, she thought, since the child liked the tiger, why should she stop him?
The old man's words were the main reason she had agreed to relent.
The child had met the tiger twice, and hadn't been hurt either time.
The tiger had also helped him a lot.
And played with him.
But...
It was