Gong Ning looked at the old man sitting to the side eating pastries, his expression of enjoyment exactly the same as before.
It felt as if she had returned to the Valley of the Netherworld Dynasty, to those times when her grandfather, the Emperor, took her on excursions and sightseeing.
My heart ached slightly again without my noticing.
She blinked to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes, her gaze fixed intently on the old man.
Taking a deep breath, she asked Yan Jingzhou in a trembling voice, "You just said he is Grandpa Ling?"
The man's long, slender hand enveloped the girl's cool little hand, gently stroking it a few times. "You've never seen Grandpa's face before, how did you recognize him at first glance?"
Gong Ning's gaze flickered slightly, her eyes rippling with layers of light, before she suddenly lowered her eyes. "Looking at Grandpa, I feel a sense of warmth..."
She still finds it hard to believe.
Grandpa Ling, who treated her like a precious jewel during the time she was blind, actually looked exactly like the Emperor Grandpa of the Guyou Dynasty.
Are there really such coincidences in the world?
Or is everything predetermined?
The characters, living in two different times and spaces, have vastly different ways of dealing with people and things.
Without exception, they all treated her like a treasure and pampered her.
Gong Ning's voice was slightly hoarse with restraint, as soft as the wind, "Grandpa Ling is still alive, A-Zhou, he's still in this world, with us, it's so good... Back then... he..."
Yan Jingzhou glanced sideways at the girl's satisfied smile, his expression gentle, which, carried by the cool autumn breeze, seemed to soothe the restlessness in his heart.
The man's deep, dark eyes shifted slightly, a fleeting look of pain flashing across his face. He involuntarily tightened his grip, momentarily forgetting that he was still holding Gong Ning's hand.
Gong Ning winced slightly, struggled a little, and looked at him with a puzzled expression, "A-Zhou...."
Yan Jingzhou suddenly loosened his grip, his eyes flickered slightly, and he regained his previous calm and gentle demeanor, speaking softly, "Two years ago... Grandpa wasn't at the Ling Mansion. That... fire only destroyed the Ling Mansion; there were no casualties!"
Gong Ning's eyes narrowed suddenly, and she opened her mouth, stammering, "Then, how did Grandpa Ling become like this...? He..."
The man suddenly lowered his eyes, his expression dark and deep. "Two years ago, Grandpa was actually in the same car as Mom and Dad. They shielded Grandpa with their bodies and saved his life."
Gong Ning fell silent.
Yan Jingzhou continued, his voice faint and seemingly devoid of joy or sorrow, "The matter concerning my parents was a great shock and blow to my grandfather. He shut himself off... Since then, his mind has gradually become like that of a child!"
Gong Ning's heart clenched painfully, and she turned to look at Grandpa Ling.
Holding the pastry in her hand, she ate it very attentively, her face showing a satisfied expression like a child's...
With a slight twitch of her fingers, she silently spoke to Ah Lin, "Ah Lin, come out and check on Grandpa Ling's condition!"
A-Lin glanced at the man next to Gong Ning a few times, his small body shrinking slightly.
Seeing the anxiety and worry on His Highness's face, A-Lin gritted his teeth.
With a flick of his head and a twist of his waist, he gritted his teeth and slipped out of Gong Ning's palm.
In a flash, it flew to Lingyunfeng's wrist, extended its small, jade-green hand, and began to take his pulse in a very professional manner.
Gong Ning's mouth twitched. How come she didn't know that A Lin needed to take a pulse to treat an illness?
Ah Lin's silly antics greatly dispelled Gong Ning's low spirits.
[Your Highness, this grandfather suffered a brain injury before! It wasn't just due to the trauma of the past two years!]
"Injured?"
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