The improved female villains regained their memories.

He appeared before Qingtian like a puppet. Qingtian seemed to sense something, looked up at him, and didn't understand.

A grown man, standing seven feet tall, had tears welling up in his eyes when they looked at each other. Song Qihao stroked Qingtian's head and muttered to himself:

"A true man has principles; he knows what to do and what not to do. Hunger and hardship cannot defeat me, so what do these things matter? As long as I can keep justice, as long as I can have justice by my side, what does it matter if I marry a woman I don't love?!"

He muttered to himself, squatting down in front of Qingtian, forcing a smile: "Qingtian, if one day you need to leave me, would you want to leave me?"

Qingtian blinked and shook his head.

She had simple thoughts, so she didn't want to leave.

Song Qihao smiled, and just like when he was a child, he stretched out his hand and looked up at the sky: "Pinky promise."

Qing Tian imitated him, extending his hand and making a pinky promise with Song Qihao.

After letting go, Song Qihao slowly stood up, as if he had made a decision, and turned around to walk out again.

Qingtian shouted to him, "Hungry."

Song Qihao froze, not turning around, and answered with trembling, "Okay."

Qingtian sensed something, shrugged, and lowered his voice: "I want to eat chicken."

"Wait for me to come back."

Song Qihao said, repeating the same sentence to himself.

"Wait for me to come back."

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In the Zhang family kitchen, Qingtian was forcefully pushed out by a man who cursed, "How many times have I told you, this is all we have. Eat it if you want, or don't. If it weren't for the fact that you were brought here by the son-in-law, I would have thrown you out long ago. Don't you have any sense of being a servant? You want to eat chicken? I think you look more like a chicken."

Qingtian looked at the bland soup in the bowl, then at the man, and repeated the same words he always said: "Hungry, want to eat chicken."

The man got annoyed, picked up a broom, and chased Qingtian out.

In the Zhang family, no one respected Qing Tian. Qing Tian was brought over by Song Qihao. She was aloof, spoke with an accent, and her speech was intermittent, as if she were mentally challenged. The servants of the Zhang family always gossiped about her behind her back.

"That woman is here again?"

"Yeah, they said they wanted to eat chicken."

"Eat chicken? Hahaha, what a dream. She can go to the brothel outside; there's plenty of chicken there."

"That woman has a developmental problem with her cerebellum. What kind of person did the son-in-law bring along?"

"He's probably an idiot."

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Qingtian returned to her own place, a dilapidated house with no bed, no mattress, only simple thatched roof.

She put her bowl on the ground, staring blankly at the soup inside.

"Hungry……"

She got up again and went to find Song Qihao.

Today is the day Zhang's son-in-law is moving into the family. The servants are decorating everywhere with lanterns and colorful decorations, and people are coming and going. In addition, the Zhang family is very large. Qing Tian searched everywhere but did not see Song Qihao.

A fragrance wafted from not far away. Qing Tian raised his head, sniffed, and walked towards the scent.

In the hall, the guests were already seated, and the maids carried dishes through the corridor. Qing Tian stared intently at one of the maids, who was carrying a whole roasted chicken.

Qingtian lunged forward to snatch it, causing the girl to scream. The maids were thrown into chaos. The man who had been in the kitchen heard the commotion and rushed over. When he saw Qingtian, he was furious: "What? It's you again? Are you a reincarnated starving ghost?"

Several servants surrounded Qing Tian and started hitting him. Qing Tian remembered Song Qihao's instructions, so he silently protected his head and let them beat him.

After fighting for a while, everyone was exhausted. Qingtian was, after all, someone brought by the new son-in-law. Although the new son-in-law wasn't much of a threat, it would still be embarrassing to cause a death, especially on such a joyous occasion. The man spat, cursed the bad luck, and led everyone away.

The roast chicken had fallen to the ground and was covered in dust, but Qing Tian had been protecting it, so it was at least still intact. She silently picked it up and used her spiritual energy to clean off the stains.

Qingtian was, after all, a demon beast, and a rare individual who cultivated both spiritual and demonic energy. Therefore, with their protection, mortals could not harm her. However, the hostility of those people just now made Qingtian realize the difficulty of this place.

Will Song Qihao also go hungry like her? Will he also be beaten up by these people when he wants to eat something, just like her?

"half."

Qingtian, who originally wanted to devour the whole chicken in one go, restrained her desire. She carefully broke the roast chicken in half, ate one half herself, and put the other half into her bosom.

"Hungry, uncomfortable, not good."

She silently chanted to herself, then jumped onto the roof, where it was higher, so she could see Song Qihao immediately if he appeared.

Qingtian didn't think too much. She just felt that Song Qihao was someone she wanted to protect, and that being hungry was so painful, she couldn't let him suffer.

The night was deep. A girl in a green dress sat on the roof, holding a roast chicken in her arms as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. She muttered to herself, "Half for Qihao, half for me, that way I won't be hungry."

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The heavens were furious.

She thought Song Qihao was like her, starving every day, but she found that Song Qihao ate better than her.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. After living there for two months, Qing Tian couldn't hold back any longer. That day, when Song Qihao appeared, she, who had been waiting on the roof, threw a stone at him.

"Qingtian, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qihao shouted, but Qing Tian ignored him and ran away.

She ran for a long time, straight out, until she reached her secret base, where she had stored up a lot of food, enough for the two of them to eat for a long time.

Actually, they don't have to stay here. Qing Tian can go out and find food. She is now familiar with human society and is much more mature than before. She can also take care of Song Qihao.

Thinking of this, Qing Tian ran back. The next day, she watched Song Qihao alone in the house, radiating a sadness she couldn't understand.

Are you feeling unwell from hunger?

Qing Tian thought for a moment, then caught a mouse and threw it at Song Qihao's feet in the middle of the night when Song Qihao came out for a walk.

Song Qihao was both amused and exasperated. He waved the yellow flag, and Qingtian, seeing the familiar color, ran to his side again.

"Qingtian, you're not angry anymore, are you?"

"Ah."

"Why aren't you angry anymore?"

"Looking inside makes me feel uncomfortable."

Song Qihao stroked Qingtian's head and sighed.

Communication between the two has always been problematic, but Song Ki-ho seems unconcerned, even if he interprets it differently.

For so many years, this is how they have gotten along, saying things with different interpretations, walking on the same path, and continuing on like this for many years.

Song Qihao patted Qingtian on the head and went back. Qingtian blinked, feeling that he had guessed correctly.

Actually, Song Ki-ho was also secretly suffering from hunger.

Qing Tian became more diligent, and for the next two weeks, dead rats appeared at Song Qihao's door every day.

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"I'm going to kill her!"

An angry voice came from inside the room.

Qing Tian watched from the window, seeing Song Qihao lose his temper; this was probably one of the rare times he had ever been angry.

The outburst ended, and seemingly once again, Song Qihao held back. The people talking in the room left, leaving only Song Qihao. Qing Tian blinked and climbed in through the window.

She helped Song Qihao pick up the broken pieces, saying in her clumsy words, "I'm not angry. I'll help you."

Song Qihao paused for a moment, then reached out and took the fragment.

"Be careful not to cut your hand."

As Song Qihao spoke, he lowered his head, hiding his expression in the shadows.

"Now, I only have you left, Qingtian."

Qingtian tilted his head to look at him.

Within his soul, a flame burned, only to be extinguished by cold water. The man seemed to be enduring something with all his might, striving to prevent his soul from shattering.

Something is rapidly approaching.

The next instant, Qing Tian felt himself enveloped by the man's aura, unable to escape.

She let the man hold her, blinking in confusion, feeling his trembling body, and patted his head as if he were touching her.

"Don't... cry."

They're too close.

Qingtian was also infected by the same emotions and became sad.

Just like that time a long, long time ago, when Song Qihao's mother died, he lay on his mother's body and wailed.

That sorrow touched Qingtian, so Qingtian used his primordial power to save his mother.

Now, she was also infected. Although the man didn't wail like before, his grief this time was even more intense.

A sadness that originates from the depths of the soul.

Qingtian rested his chin on his shoulder and stroked his back.

During this process, the man seemed to turn back into a child, his cries resounding through his soul like a violently beating heart, booming in his ears.

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Since that day, something has been changing.

Song Qihao would tell Qingtian a lot of things, but Qingtian couldn't understand most of them.

She could only offer the most limited response, but even so, Song Ki-ho was very happy.

One day, Song Qihao handed the chicken to Qingtian and said, "Qingtian, you eat."

Qingtian stared blankly, and didn't answer.

"Eat up, Qingtian! Why aren't you eating? Hurry up and eat!"

Qing Tian shook his head and did not answer.

The man froze, even his smile remained unchanged.