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.

a book and leaning against a tree. The shade of the tree surrounded him. A breeze gently blew the boy's slightly long

boy put down the book

young man glanced at the Butler standing beside him and

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. Some were envious, some were disdainful,

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 sense of superiority. Even if that sense of superiority would

here.

his head and looked at the girl.

was the first and last time that Howard fell in love with a girl.

a pair of

is nothing else, stay away

Butler began to drive her away.

"Okay."

look and left

to say something, but he

look at the book

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

in fear, "Young master, why are

is crying." Howard murmured. He had never

did I do wrong? Please punish me, young master!" The

cry?" It seemed that Howard was asking him, or talking to himself.

"Because of sadness."

"Have you ever cried?"

"……"