"Sage, what are you worried about? I'm still pretty healthy. I don't need you to hold me," Donald chirped.

Sage rested her head on his arm and said, "Well, just think of it as you helping me to walk!"

Donald curiously asked, "Sage, is there something on your mind? Why do I feel like something has changed in you lately?"

She did not deny it. "Is it a good or bad change?”

Feeling sorry, he patted her on the shoulder. “I don't need you to be understanding and obedient all the time. You can live life any way you want as long as it makes you happy."

She felt a lump in her throat upon hearing his remark. Tears brimmed in her eyes. Donald had always doted on her. He'd never blame her no matter what mistakes she had made.

"Why are you crying? What's troubling you?" Donald inquired.

head. "Nothing. I just feel sorry. I only had lan in my eyes and did not pay

smile. "You little fool. I'm happy for

reply to him when they were interrupted by a scream. Right

grabbed Donald intending to run to safety. After they moved away, the motorcycle dashed past the spot they had been

a traffic cone from the street and hurled it at the motorcyclist. The motorcyclist was hit in the head and braked

had formed around the accident scene. The motorcyclist grabbed his

wrong with those two people? This is a pedestrian zone! How could

no one was

Sage and asked worriedly. Sage did not immediately reply

what's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?" Donald

stopped him. "Grandpa,

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