"Big brother surely can, he's amazing." Callum Wilson openly showed his admiration for his brother.
Jonathan Wilson's eyes softened with warmth, as he patted his little brother's head.
"Callum!" Melody Sheffield's cheerful voice echoed. The moment Callum saw his grandmother, he sprinted over and leapt into her arms, acting coy, "Grandma, when did you come back?"
Melody had flown to Japan for a tea ceremony seminar hosted by a master a couple of days ago, which was essentially a gathering of tea enthusiasts sharing their insights. She returned this afternoon, eager to see her eldest grandson.
Though nearing seventy, the elderly woman appeared barely over fifty, dressed impeccably and with no signs of aging.
As she looked at her grandson, who was nearly her height, Melody's smile was so wide her eyes seemed to disappear, "Haven't seen you for two days, our Callum has grown taller again."
"Grandma, you're even prettier."
