Sure enough, Ye Lu looked shocked and moved: "You... why? I didn't do anything."
She could never imagine that Ying would betray the godfather because of her. This person was always cold, like an emotionless robot.
His thoughts were unfathomable; perhaps he had none at all.
Yet at this moment, although his words remained indifferent and his face expressionless, there was a faint, peculiar light in his singular eye, making him suddenly come to life, as if a jade statue had been infused with a soul, possessing threads of human emotion and essence.
Ying shook his head: "You did. At that time, I was knocked down and lost short-term memory. You took me back, cared for me, treated me well, allowing me to taste the joys of life."
His earlier life was merely mechanical; sometimes he even felt unsure whether he was dead or alive because the recurring darkness of that life rendered him unable to experience life's vibrancy or feel the passage and change of time.
