Matter of Love

Howard had been living in a cold world all the time. He had been born with wealth that ordinary people did not have. He had everything he wanted. His rational character was cultivated from his experience.

Because he had a richer identity than ordinary people, he had to pay something in his life. For example, he had to lose some happiness and some children's innocence.

But he didn't care at all. As long as he had money, he had everything. This had always been and would be his concept of life.

As for love, in his eyes, it was just a accessories of money. It didn't matter if they didn't love each other, but they couldn't live without money.

Family was also included in this.

His love for his family was just mechanic. He thought he should love you, and he would love you coldly. In this kind of relationship, except for some responsibilities, there is nothing else.

He was used to such kind of life. Sometimes in the quiet night, he would also feel cold, which was a kind of coldness in his heart. He only knew that feeling before, but he didn't know what it was and how it caused it. But today, after hearing all these words from Leona, he finally understood that the coldness was called loneliness.

In fact, what Leona said was just some common statements, and anyone could easily say it. However, few people could really understand it.

Howard had heard that kind of words countless times before, but today, when Leona suddenly found it out, he felt so lonely. He only had money in his life, but he had no precious memories.

Wait Memories? Precious memories.

Suddenly a jar of old wine in his mind was now unsealed. The memory, like mellow wine fragrance, lingered in his mind and made him intoxicated.

Everyone would have memories, and everyone would bear them, no exception.

Howard was still young and energetic several decades ago. At that time, he was so arrogant and unruly.

against a tree. The shade of the tree surrounded him. A breeze gently blew the boy's slightly long bangs,

The young boy put down the book and turned his head. Looking at his classmates who were playing, his eyes were gradually filled with

beside him and had to look

the next successor of Will. He couldn't play games with the children who grew up playing with mud. And the way his classmates looked at him was also different.

had never complained about this. He never hated what he had. Because when he was eating luxurious Western food, ordinary people could only eat chicken stewed with mushroom. Every time he thought of this kind of thing, he would have a sense of superiority. Yes, a

here. Can we be

head and looked at the

and last time that Howard fell in love

of clear and

nothing else, stay

began to

"Okay."

girl gave him a disappointed look and

at the girl's back, Howard wanted to say something, but he said

his head and look at the book until the girl's

Howard didn't know what the liquid was. He only knew that it came

something and asked in fear, "Young master, why

that this is crying." Howard murmured. He had never cried since

me, young master!" The

would people cry?" It seemed that Howard was asking

"Because of sadness."

"Have you ever cried?"

"……"