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.

and leaning against a tree. The shade of the tree surrounded him.

the distance, the sound of young boys and girls playing happily came to his ears. The young boy put down the book and turned his head. Looking at his classmates who were playing, his eyes

at the Butler standing beside him and had to look at the book.

mud. And the way his classmates

with mushroom. Every time he thought of this kind of thing, he would have a sense of superiority. Yes, a sense of superiority. Even if that sense of superiority

here. Can we

raised his head and looked at

the first and last time that Howard fell in love with

was a pair of clear and

else,

Butler began to drive her away.

"Okay."

him a disappointed look

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

the book until the girl's back disappeared

didn't know what the liquid was. He only

something and asked in

turns out that this is crying." Howard murmured. He had never cried since he was a child. Today was

wrong? Please punish me, young master!" The Butler

Howard was asking him, or talking to himself.

"Because of sadness."

"Have you ever cried?"

"……"