Ji Zhengdao sat upright on the sofa, staring at the television screen. Her heart suddenly tightened, and she revitalized her weary spirit as she walked into the living room.
"Grandpa!"
Ji Anning walked lightly toward Ji Zhengdao and stopped.
She slightly bowed her head, looking at her elder with a somewhat timid gaze.
Although clearly afraid, every time she saw him alone, she couldn't help but stop, wishing for him to glance at her.
No matter what kind of punishment he had given her, no matter how unfair he had been to her, she couldn't bring herself to despise him; instead, she respected him from the bottom of her heart.
Perhaps that was the remarkable aspect of his character.
Or perhaps, like other members of the family, she longed for his attention. In this household, whether it was Jingfeng, her mother, or Lin Yanqin and her daughters, everyone strived for this objective.