Extra Chapter| 8. Black Clouds

“Now after listening to your love story …, the image of your grandmother becomes clearer in my brain. It makes me miss her even more,” Mr. Hunt said before swallowing a very bitter spit.

"I'd love to see your grandmother again, Julian. Kiss her gently and hug her warmly," the grandfather sighed as he raised his wrinkled fingers and dropped the gaze there. After one miserable breath, the old man tried to touch the air. "If only these hands could still caress her face, my happiness would be perfect."

Not knowing what to say, Julian blinked, holding back tears. With an awkward move, he gave a light pat on the back that looked so lonely.

"Do you know that your grandmother was a very cheerful person? If you think that Greta inherited my character, then you are wrong. The twinkle in her eyes, her big smile, her excited tone of voice …everything that exudes joy from your auntie is exactly like her mother.”

While trying to lift the