"As long as my intentions are genuine, then this cultivated happiness will also be genuine."

This is a game between process and outcome.

Gu Qing wouldn't try to persuade Su Xiyue to accept and understand his ideas, because Su Xiyue hadn't yet grasped the process by which those ideas were formed.

Seeing that Su Xiyue might be experiencing a brief period of mental confusion, Gu Qing spoke again:

"Xiyue, let me ask you a question that is more relevant to your current situation."

What do you think a confession of love is?

Gu Qing asked this question.

The relationship between men and women is an eternal topic.

Su Xiyue was not yet able to understand Gu Qing's concepts of family and happiness, but if it was just about the relationship between men and women, she might already have some of her own opinions.

“Confessing…” Su Xiyue thought for a moment and organized her thoughts, “It’s expressing your feelings of love to another person.”

"That's how it should be."

Su Xiyue reaffirmed her confidence once more.

After saying that, she looked at Gu Qing, very curious about his opinion on confessing his feelings.

"In my opinion..."

Gu Qing interlaced her fingers and placed them in front of her.

He looked at Su Xiyue and told her his thoughts.

"Confession is a declaration of victory, not a battle cry."

—A confession is a declaration of victory, not a battle cry!

A simple sentence struck Su Xiyue's mind like a thunderbolt in an instant.

In that instant, Su Xiyue felt as if she had grasped a corner of Gu Qing's figure.

The girl tried her best to search for relevant clues within her limited life experience of just over ten years.

Gu Qing believes more in love that grows over time than love at first sight.

Gu Qing believes more in self-improvement than in a match made in heaven.

Gu Qing believes more in planning ahead than in accepting fate.

Su Xiyue could not fully understand what Gu Qing was trying to express at this moment.

But at this moment, she truly felt the distance between herself and Gu Qing.

Although it has been shortened, it still truly exists.

Su Xiyue pursed her lips, her mind racing with thoughts.

Gu Qing suddenly handed the book in his hand to Su Xiyue.

"This book is for you," Gu Qing said.

"Aren't you watching it right now?"

It took Su Xiyue a few seconds to react; she remembered Gu Qing's action of inserting a bookmark.

"Actually, I've already finished reading it, but I just suddenly felt like flipping through it again."

Gu Qing offered an explanation.

Su Xiyue lowered her head and looked at the book in her hand. The orange-yellow cover did not have many patterns.

If this were on a bookstore shelf, it would be a book that most people would absolutely not be interested in.

The book title was a font combination that Su Xiyue had no recollection of—"The Myth of Sisyphus".

Sisyphus? What kind of place is that?

Su Xiyue instinctively thought it was a place name, and that this book would tell the mythological stories of this place.

"Don't rush to watch it, watch it when you're bored."

"You don't necessarily have to watch it. It's not homework or an assignment; it's just a tool to pass the time when you're bored."

If you can't get into it, just put it aside; if you can get into it, there's no need to overthink it.

Gu Qing gave these instructions, but this only made Su Xiyue more curious about the book in her hand.

She decided to take the time to try and finish reading the book, hoping it might bring her and Gu Qing closer.

"I will watch!"

Su Xiyue nodded seriously.

Gu Qing smiled at this; he didn't mind reading these kinds of books with a specific purpose in mind.

"It's time for bed. Please turn off the light before you leave, thank you."

Gu Qing knew that Su Xiyue might need some quiet space to process the information she had received that day.

"Okay, okay!"

Although she felt a little reluctant, Su Xiyue really wanted to think things through carefully.

Holding the book Gu Qing had given her, Su Xiyue turned off the bedroom light, gently closed the door, and stood there for a while before returning to her own room.

"By the way, Gu Qing doesn't seem to have the habit of locking the door at home."

For some reason, this message suddenly popped up in the girl's chaotic thoughts.

Back in her bedroom, Su Xiyue, exhausted, threw herself onto the soft bed.

She might not realize it normally, but just now, she suddenly discovered that seriously exchanging thoughts and ideas with Gu Qing was such a painstaking and laborious thing.

"Is this the difference between him and me?"

Su Xiyue felt that Gu Qing could see through her, but she could never truly understand Gu Qing.

Even though we've already caught a glimpse of that phantom today.

Her hand unconsciously traced the hard, rough cover of the book. After staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, the girl muttered to herself:

"Su Xiyue, you're a girl, you can't always expect boys to cater to and take care of you."

"and……"

Su Xiyue tightened her grip on the book.

"I also want to declare victory!"

Outside the window, the crescent moon casts its soft moonlight; a gentle breeze stirs the curtains, making them dance slowly.

40. A Glimpse into Gu Qing's Past (Bonus Chapter for Donations)

Because of a right foot injury, Gu Qing unusually turned off her morning alarm.

He didn't wake up from his sleep until the morning sunlight shone on his bedside, feeling content.

After spacing out on the bed for a while, Gu Yuan walked in without knocking, carrying a cup of Chinese medicine.

"Qingqing, drink your medicine from this morning first."

Gu Yuan then sat down next to Gu Qing.

It seems to be because of the regained happiness, or perhaps the nourishment of love, or more likely, the reduction of pressure.

In short, Gu Yuan's mental state has been completely transformed during this period.

Gu Qing was naturally pleased to see this situation.

I remember when the father and son were struggling to make ends meet, Gu Yuan worked himself to the bone.

I sleep less than four hours a day from morning till night and have to do three jobs a day.

At that time, Gu Yuan's skin was yellowish, the wrinkles around his eyes were becoming more obvious, and he even had a few gray hairs.

If it weren't for Gu Qing's meticulous care every day, Gu Yuan would probably have suffered some irreversible injuries.

However, although life was difficult during that period, Gu Qing never regretted following Gu Yuan.

Because Gu Qing's biological mother, that once spirited woman, has degenerated into an incurable gambling addict!

After swallowing the bitter medicine, Gu Qing took a glass of water from Gu Yuan and drank two sips.

After seeing Gu Qing finish drinking the medicine, Gu Yuan placed the cup on Gu Qing's desk and then sat back down on the bedside.

While spraying medicine on Gu Qing's right foot, he casually said:

"Qingqing, will you be upset that I brought you back to such a small place as Luocheng?"

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