Furinjira crossed her legs, sitting on the bench in the garden: "To be honest, I'm quite curious how your grandfather... a guy who always talked about pure blood, eventually changed?"
Chelina paused in silence, then shook her head: "I don't know, maybe because of love."
"Him?"
"I've seen portraits of my grandmother when she was young, she was indeed beautiful, probably a gentle person like my mom."
Chelina's eyes softened a bit. Because the Wolf Race has a long lifespan, she hadn't met her grandmother, but when her father mentioned her, there was always a kind of beautiful longing in his eyes, which was what she desired.
Furinjira agreed: "Also, if your grandmother wasn't beautiful, judging by your grandfather's looks, our family Nina wouldn't be so pretty."
Chelina chuckled, and said: "Grandfather was actually a very stubborn person. The marriage between the Wolf Race and ordinary people had long existed, but was never recognized by the family."
