The improved female villains regained their memories.

“I’ve found another job. I’ve been taking care of your mother these past few days, and you haven’t been eating well. You’re at the age where you’re growing, so eat up.”

As the boy spoke, a smile returned to his face, revealing his usual gentleness.

The girl thought that she would repay the boy many times over in the future.

But now, the girl has grown up and become quiet.

She watched all of this quietly, so quietly that she almost stopped breathing.

Chapter 170 Love

Young Su Murong never knew what love was.

It wasn't that she was ignorant; rather, a place like Liuyun City didn't allow her to think about such questions.

That year, snow was falling heavily. She was drawn by the aroma of chicken legs because of her craving, which led her to meet Gui Jianchou and this old man.

That year, she was still clueless about what popularity meant; she only memorized the old man's words because she wanted to eat chicken legs.

That year, Gui Jianchou sat on the counter with her in his arms, handed her a chicken leg, looked at the snow scene outside, and sighed deeply.

"Little Murong."

"Ok?"

Do you know what love is?

Su Murong blinked, biting into the chicken leg and making slurping sounds.

Gui Jianchou asked and answered himself: "Love is about not being able to have someone. The person you care about leaves, and you are powerless to stop it."

He suddenly broke into a sly smile, and like a mischievous old man, snatched Su Murong's chicken leg.

The child immediately became agitated: "Give it back!"

"That's just how it is." Gui Jianchou laughed heartily, returning the chicken leg to Su Murong, though a hint of pain appeared in his eyes.

Those years are gone. He abandoned his beloved for his research, and in the end, he watched her leave.

Su Murong munched on a chicken leg, thinking that what she called love was perhaps not as real as the chicken leg in her hand.

Later, the girl grew up and gradually became more mischievous than before. One day, she ate and drank a lot, summed it up with her usual excuse of keeping track of the expenses, and then turned to leave.

Ghost-Seeing-Sorrow was amused by her antics and stopped her, saying, "How many times has this happened? Are you still not done?"

Su Murong glanced at him sideways and said the threatening words again: "Old ghost, you don't want people to know that you broke into Widow Zhang's house at night, do you?"

That happened a long time ago. One night, Su Murong witnessed Gui Jianchou climbing over the wall into Widow Zhang's yard, and he has remembered it ever since.

Gui Jianchou was both amused and exasperated: "Are you threatening me for the rest of my life? I've told you so many times, it's because Widow Zhang's family is in need, and I was just bringing her some food."

"Then why don't you use the main entrance?"

"Am I not afraid of ruining her reputation?"

"So you're using a VPN, right?"

Seeing Su Murong's increasingly disdainful gaze, Gui Jianchou could only sigh helplessly:

“Child, you don’t understand. My love has already been given to others. Now, this place is empty.”

As he said this, Guijianchou touched his heart.

At that time, Su Murong did not understand Gui Jianchou's words, and she continued to use them to threaten him, enjoying it immensely.

Later, one day, she asked Su Rouxue, "Mother, what is love?"

"Love..."

The sudden question left Su Rouxue somewhat bewildered, but she quickly recovered and smiled as she said to Su Murong, "Love is keeping someone in your heart."

Su Rouxue pointed to her chest and said, "This is my heart."

Then, she touched Su Murong's head and smiled, "Mother loves you, so I will keep you in my heart."

Following her example, Su Murong also touched his own heart.

Boom, boom, boom.

There, a sound like drumbeats is coming from.

So that's how it is. This is the heart, Su Murong thought. As long as you keep someone in your heart, that is love.

She looked at her mother and kept her in her heart, so she loved her mother.

this is Love.

She seemed to understand, but at the same time, she didn't seem to understand.

She remembered what Gui Jianchou had said when she was even younger.

"Love is about not being able to have someone; the person you care about leaves, and you are powerless to stop it."

She placed her hand on her heart, which was empty except for her mother.

That's right, I love my mother.

So... what did the old ghost mean by that?

She stood in a corner of Liuyun City, watching the snow falling from the sky.

Until Yang Pingsheng arrived.

She lied to him, stole his bag, took his money, and even hit him with a stick.

She did something very awful to him, but he seemed completely unconcerned.

Su Murong watched him walk down the street in Liuyun City, extending a helping hand to the children.

Even if they were all lying to him.

Even though they were all using him.

Even though they all saw him as a fat sheep.

However, he still offered his help.

She looked at the snow, the white snow, the icy snow, which fell onto his shoulder and seemed to melt into him.

She remembered that moment again.

Are you feeling unwell?

Her rolling body stopped, and when she looked up, she saw those gentle eyes.

Pure eyes, clean eyes, innocent eyes.

White as snow, sweet as sugar.

Her heart was pounding, and she ran away while the other person wasn't paying attention.

She can't stay here any longer.

She ran frantically until she reached an alleyway, where she leaned against a wall, panting heavily, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Why……

The wind blew snow, which fell on her head and stuck to her braids.

She didn't like this feeling.

All of this is far less tangible than what you have in your hand—a bowl of hot soup, a roast chicken, a few coins—that's better than this vague, ethereal feeling.

That's what she thought.

But when his mother fell ill, the boy devoted himself to her without hesitation. After his mother died, he stayed by her side day and night. Watching the New Year's fireworks illuminate his face, tender flowers bloomed in the barren soil of his heart.

I don't want to be alone.

I just want to be with him.

At night, Su Murong stood in the room, watching Yang Pingsheng sleeping soundly, for the entire night.

As long as we're together, that's enough.

As long as we're together, that's enough.

The feeling of emptiness and etherealness gradually replaced that heart filled with self-interest.

Later, Liuyun City was massacred, and he survived by living under Wang Tiande's command. Ten years passed, and when they met again, they were strangers.

She thought it was all over.

She thought that those memories had all vanished.

She thought that she could no longer let go of anyone in her heart.

She always thought so, until one day she looked up at the sky and saw the boy's face reflected in the starry sky.

Light returned to her eyes.

That light belonged exclusively to Yang Pingsheng.

So, she once again cried out to her light for help.

"Help me, doctor, help me..."

she says:

"Save me... my life..."

Her hand was held, and this time, she heard an answer.

"I will save you."

The pain in her heart eased a little, and she struggled to open her eyes, only to see those same gentle eyes as before.

The boy is still the same boy; nothing has changed.

A person who values ​​profit is also a person who values ​​relationships.

That year, that snow, that fireworks, that vow.

Su Murong stood in the shadows, watching the boy walk toward the beggar.

She touched her heart, which was burning hot.