"Oh, I see." The old grandfather looked down at the old grandmother beside him. "Let's go."
The old grandmother nodded.
Ni Yang wondered if it was her imagination, but she thought she saw a hint of disappointment in the old man's eyes.
Was she mistaken?
Ni Yang watched the backs of the two elderly people, somewhat distracted.
Mo Qishen said, "Yangyang, what are you looking at?"
Ni Yang glanced back slightly. "Nothing much, just that those two elderly people seemed a bit odd."
"How so?" Mo Qishen asked.
Ni Yang said, "The way they looked at me was strange, hard to explain. I don't know them, so maybe I was mistaken."
Words may be spoken without thought, but they can have intentional implications.
Mo Qishen looked in that direction, squinting his eyes. The sunset cast a shadow on his face, adding a touch of mystery and nobility.
"We're not going back tonight; let's stay by the sea. I'll call Duoduo later and let her know," Mo Qishen continued.
