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.

him. A

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

beside him and had to look at the book.

grew up playing with mud. And the way his classmates looked at

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,

new here. Can

raised his head and looked at the girl.

first and last time that

was a pair of

if there is nothing else, stay

Butler began to drive

"Okay."

girl gave him a disappointed look and left with a red face.

Howard wanted to say something, but he said nothing.

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

were two drops of liquid on Howard's book. Howard didn't know what the liquid was. He only knew that it came out of

something and asked in fear,

is crying." Howard murmured. He had never cried since he

me, young master!" The

would people cry?" It seemed that Howard was asking him,

"Because of sadness."

"Have you ever cried?"

"……"