Luo Yirui saw a stool on the ground, placed it in a flat spot, and sat down, watching the old man from a distance.
Not sure if the old man sensed Luo Yirui's gaze, he slowly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes glanced at him, and then closed them again.
Luo Yirui sighed with his eyes downcast and stood up to help Jing Changle.
Seeing the joy on Jing Changle's profile, he knew it was because the old man nodded, indicating he was feeling better.
Jing Changle really cares for this old man, but...
Luo Yirui felt very conflicted and confused. He thought he should tell Jing Changle, to prevent him from being too devastated later, but if he told him in advance, wouldn't he be sad anyway?
Isn't having a mental preparation better?
Whenever the truth was at the tip of his tongue, Luo Yirui couldn't say it when he saw Jing Changle's smiling face; he swallowed it down, yet he wanted to say it again. Such a young child had never been so conflicted before.
