"Grandpa?"
By Mr. Thompson's side, Charlotte softly called out to him.
Charlotte's voice brought Mr. Thompson back from his memories, and he looked at Charlotte with a somewhat worried expression, then shook his head at her.
"I just, miss your grandma."
Mr. Thompson spoke slowly, then reached out to fondly stroke Charlotte's long hair.
"If your grandma could see you now, she would definitely be very happy."
For some reason, when Charlotte heard this, she felt a slight sourness at the tip of her nose.
She pursed her lips lightly, then took Mr. Thompson's hand, and softly said, "Grandpa, tell me about the things between you and grandma."
Mr. Thompson was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled resignedly: "Haven't I told you many times already?"
"Even though I've heard it many times, doesn't Grandpa want to tell me again?"
"Alright, what do you want to hear? I'll tell you, your grandma and I were childhood sweethearts…"
