The Touch in the Palm
Cynthia put down her chopsticks and obediently replied, "Grandma, I'm currently living with my grandfather."
"Oh, I see." The old lady had a knowing expression on her face, but a hint of regret flashed in her eyes.
She had originally thought of bringing Tristan and Cynthia together under the same roof, but she hadn't expected Cynthia to be living with her grandfather.
After dinner, Tristan took Max to the study to handle some work. When they finished and walked out of the study, they saw a heartwarming scene in the living room.
Cynthia was sitting considerately beside the old lady, chatting with her. The warm light in the living room poured onto her, outlining her face that was as cold as jade. She wore a gentle smile on her face and patiently listened to every word the old lady said.
At that moment, Tristan finally had a clear concept of what home meant.