The last time we met briefly, I noticed the old man had lost a lot of weight and his face looked pale.
"Why are you crying?" The old man still spoke with authority, "As a descendant of the Seymour Family, crying is absolutely not allowed. Don't you know that?"
Melody Thorne bit her lower lip and held the old man's hand tight, pouting, "Everyone says grandfathers love their granddaughters, but you, as soon as we meet, you start scolding."
"Weren't you the one crying as soon as we met?" The old man weakly replied, his demeanor like a stubborn old child.
"Then I won't cry, and you mustn't scold either," Melody pushed her tears back, still holding his hand tightly, suppressing her emotions.
"Grandpa," Stella Seymour also walked over and called out softly.
"You dare to come back? Don't you want to break that leg?" The old man had something to say to everyone.
