At that Moment, I Thought I Was Dead (7)

"Pudding, Little Bean, come here. I want to talk to you."

Sitting on the sofa in the ward, the professor beckoned at the twins.

The twins went to him.

"Please go ahead, Grandpa," Pudding said respectfully.

"Now your dad's condition is stable and will wake up soon, so…" The professor paused.

Looking at the kids' clear and bright eyes, he couldn't bear to continue.

"Grandpa, so what?" Little Bean, a short-tempered girl, was impatient.

"So, Grandpa's going to leave."

"No," the moment the professor said it, Little Bean objected.

"Grandpa, where are you going?" Pudding was calmer than her sister.

"I'll return to where I came from…"

"No. Grandpa! I won't let you go. I'll cry if you go," Little Bean threatened.

Dotingly, the professor pulled them into his arms and kissed their foreheads.