Watching the elderly man tightly clutching Ye Ranran’s hand, Jun Mochan frowned, intending to loosen the grip on her hand, but ended up infuriating the elderly man instead.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" The old man picked up his walking stick and attempted to strike Jun Mochan with it.
"Watch out." Ye Ranran pulled Jun Mochan forcefully.
Jun Mochan acted quickly, pulling her into his arms before stepping back.
Though it seemed slow, it happened in one fluid motion. The old man’s reflexes were not as fast as Jun Mochan’s, resulting in a missed strike.
"Ah." The old man struck the table harshly with his walking stick, causing a loud noise and leaving a crack on the surface.
The old man staggered and fell to the ground.
"Grandpa." Ye Ranran wanted to help him up, but Jun Mochan held her back. "Don’t go."
"Ever since grandpa’s been . He is rarely lucid, most of the time he doesn’t remember anything, he just gets angry. Anyone who tries to get close to him ends up getting hurt."
As a result, Mom and Dad have left him alone here. Whenever they have time or miss him, they would visit.
"Let’s go. We’ll visit him next time." Jun Mochan led Ye Ranran out of the room forcefully.
"Don’t be upset. It’s normal for grandpa at his age." Jun Mochan comforted Ye Ranran.
"What do you mean it’s normal when one gets old? Isn’t your grandfather still energetic?" Ye Ranran was discontent with Jun Mochan’s explanation.
"Grandpa suffered a severe brain injury when he was young. The doctor said he wouldn’t survive, but he miraculously did. Nothing seemed wrong initially, but as he got older, his memory faded and he became increasingly irritable."
"Later on, we took him to the hospital for a check-up and found out he has dementia. He’s been on medication for a while and has been treated for a long time, but he can’t be cured."
That’s how he ended up .
"But grandpa is better off than many other patients. He can manage most of his daily routines himself, but he has forgotten everything about the past. Even if he occasionally remembers, it won’t last for long."
Just as what just happened, he will soon forget, even if he had hit her, he will quickly forget it.
"So do not be upset." Jun Mochan patted Ye Ranran’s back.
"But he must be so lonely." Having a child and grandchildren but not being able to enjoy family time is nothing but a kind of sorrow, isn’t it?
"But grandpa doesn’t know, he can’t remember, he can’t hold onto the memory, nor does he feel it. And if he lived with us, he might hurt us. If he were lucid when that happened, how distressed would he be?"
Unable to argue with him, Ye Ranran huffed: "You’re always right just because you’re handsome."
Jun Mochan shook his head with a gentle laugh, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Ye Ranran avoided his gaze and looked elsewhere.
A dilapidated wall caught her attention, wasn’t it...?
"It’s here, just not sure if that doghole is still there."
He had to bring up the sore spot, Ye Ranran glared at him, glaring with all her might: "Mr. Jun, what do you imply?"
"Just recalling some foolish things we did when we were young." Jun Mochan looked at the wall, his eyes gradually filled with sorrow and uncertainties.
A foggy haze, suffused his eyes so that Ye Ranran couldn’t discern his thoughts.
"What’s wrong?" Ye Ranran asked.
He seems like he’s not very happy. Why?
"You know, Ranran, a lot of times I would think, if I hadn’t said what I did back then, maybe you and he would not have ended up where you are now."