In the winter cold, Ni Yang, even clad in a thick down jacket, felt cold; however, Grandfather Du still wore that same old-fashioned long robe, stepping around in a pair of cloth shoes.
"I was born with a cold constitution; I fear neither cold nor heat," Grandfather Du stated indifferently.
Ni Yang nodded, as if she had just remembered something, "Oh, right, I think I've heard you say that before."
Back in summer at the airport, when they were seeing Mo Qishen off, Ni Yang had even joked that Grandfather Du's physique was ideal for medical experiments.
"Why are you alone? Where's Pei Zhi?" Grandfather Du twisted his Buddha Beads, continuing to inquire.
"He's gone to C City," Ni Yang replied.
Grandfather Du nodded slightly. As he passed the middle-aged man begging for alms, he instinctively reached for a banknote from his person to throw into the bowl. But just as he was about to toss it, a pale hand blocked his, "Don't give it to him."
