Ye Xingguang didn't know who that aunt had fallen in love with and was stopped by her grandfather, but she wanted to soothe her grandfather's pain: "I don't blame you, there are no children in the world who blame their parents, you can let it go..."
Old Mr. Wang smiled and then took a ring off his thumb and handed it to Ye Xingguang: "Thank you, girl."
Ye Xingguang was embarrassed to accept it; the ring had a very vintage feel and seemed to be a valuable antique.
She thought that the old man might have wanted to give this ring to the aunt who had already passed away.
But Old Mr. Wang was not confused; he just hoped he could be confused: "Girl, I've never heard you call me Grandpa; does this old man have the blessing to hear you call me Grandpa?"
"Grandpa."
"You are a good girl. This ring was given by the husband to the granddaughter; you take it, from now on, it's yours."
