NOVEL NEXT Chapter 122: Memory
After all, Wang Ye actually hadn't made any mistakes from the beginning.
It was only because she had misunderstood Wang Ye.
She had even thought about having someone take Wang Ye out.
"Wang Ye."
After a long time, Su Wanqing took a deep breath and called out.
"Hmm?"
Wang Ye, hearing Su Wanqing call him, felt somewhat puzzled.
What did Su Wanqing want with him?
Between him and Su Wanqing, there was no relationship.
In Wang Ye's view, he and Su Wanqing should just ignore each other and silently fall asleep tonight.
Yet, unexpectedly, Su Wanqing had called out to him.
"I'm sorry," Su Wanqing's voice echoed again, heavy with deep guilt.
"From the beginning, I misunderstood you. I was biased against you, and I never treated you with a good attitude from the start."
"Later on, it was also because of my mistake. I thought your senior sisters were women you... you were flirting with. I misunderstood you."
"After that, I did those things to you. I know, what I did to you was very excessive, so I am apologizing to you now, I'm sorry."
Su Wanqing said a lot in one breath.
But even after saying so much, Su Wanqing still felt a deep sense of apology in her heart.
She still felt sorry for Wang Ye.
After all, she had really thought about getting rid of Wang Ye before.
It was only because Wang Ye had that kind of ability.
If Wang Ye didn't have that ability, maybe in the earlier plan, Wang Ye would have already been dealt with.
Thinking of this.
Su Wanqing began to sob.
Wang Ye listened to Su Wanqing's words, wanting to say something, but at this moment, Wang Ye's entire being shuddered.
A memory surfaced in Wang Ye's mind.
That was in a dilapidated little hut.
Wang Ye and Su Wanqing, the two of them were also in a little hut, only this time, both Wang Ye and Su Wanqing were just seven or eight years old.
Su Wanqing was lying on the bed.
Wang Ye was lying on a made-up bedding on the floor.
On the bed, the seven or eight-year-old Su Wanqing, rubbing her eyes with both hands, sobbed to Wang Ye, "Wang Ye, I'm sorry, it's all my fault today. If I hadn't wanted cotton candy, you wouldn't have gotten beaten."
"Hey, it's just a small matter." On the floor, the seven or eight-year-old boy Wang Ye, upon hearing Su Wanqing's words, laughed it off, as if he never really took the matter to heart.
However, Su Wanqing didn't think so.
The seven or eight-year-old Su Wanqing, still rubbing her eyes continuously, kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
The word "I'm sorry" came out from Su Wanqing's mouth, and her tears soaked the pillow.
The seven or eight-year-old Wang Ye came to the bedside, pushed away the younger Su Wanqing's hands, and the teary-eyed younger Su Wanqing looked at Wang Ye.
Wang Ye said to Su Wanqing, "It's okay, really, it's okay. I have thick skin; their hits didn't hurt me at all."
"Is it really okay?" Su Wanqing's childish voice sounded, clearly not believing what Wang Ye had just said.
"It's really okay!" Wang Ye said reassuringly.
"I don't believe you, let me see."
Wang Ye revealed the spot where he was hit, which showed no sign at all, and boasted to Su Wanqing, "See, isn't it just fine?"
"It looks fine, but..."
Su Wanqing stretched out her finger and poked the spot where Wang Ye was hit. A seven or eight-year-old Wang Ye cried out, "Ouch," clearly in pain.
As Wang Ye recalled this segment, a smile played at the corners of his mouth.
Although there indeed were no marks, the spot where he had been hit still hurt; it was just imperceptible unless touched.
"Are you okay, are you okay?"
Seeing the boy Wang Ye cry out in pain, the voice of seven or eight-year-old Su Wanqing immediately became anxious, filled with deep concern.
"I'm fine."
Young Wang Ye rubbed the area he was hit, his tone defiant as if the person who had just cried out in pain wasn't him at all: "As a man, what's a little beating? As long as I don't touch it, I won't feel any pain."
The stubborn look of young Wang Ye touched the heart of seven or eight-year-old Su Wanqing a bit more.
With her head bowed, the young girl's cheeks flushed as she spoke to Wang Ye, "Brother Wang Ye, I heard, I heard..."
Seven or eight-year-old Su Wanqing paused after getting this far, then stopped speaking.
"What did you hear?"
Young Wang Ye looked at Su Wanqing, puzzled by what she was about to say.
"I heard that a girl shouldn't touch a boy there, and if she does, then they have to get married later," seven or eight-year-old Su Wanqing finally blurted out.
Having said this.
The face of seven or eight-year-old Su Wanqing turned even redder.
"Then let's get married!"
Young Wang Ye rubbed Su Wanqing's head, "Tomorrow I will have my dad propose to your family, they will surely agree."
"Mmm!"
Seven or eight-year old Su Wanqing nodded as well: "If they don't agree, then I'll cry, I'll keep crying until they agree."
"Wang Ye, Wanqing, are you two asleep yet?"
The door creaked.
The door was opened, and a man walked in from outside. At this point in the memory, Wang Ye's attention became more focused than usual.
The opening of the door also meant that the outside was visible.
And the view outside, if there were some landmarks, could help Wang Ye in his search later on.
Also.
The identity of the person coming in was also crucial to Wang Ye's memory.
The door was opened.
However, Wang Ye only had time to see a giant tree soaring into the sky outside the door; the person, because of their back to the moonlight, appeared rather unclear at first glance and was somewhat blurry.
Only a rough outline was clearly visible.
Wang Ye wanted to see the figure entering the door more clearly, wanted to see the outside environment more clearly, to determine the location here, but just as the memory reached this point, it all disappeared.
Wang Ye tried hard to recall, but every time he recalled, it was only up to the scene just witnessed.
Anything beyond that, Wang Ye simply could not remember.
"Wang Ye, Wang Ye."
Su Wanqing's anxious voice arose in Wang Ye's mind.
Right after she had finished apologizing to Wang Ye, he had remained silent, his gaze unconsciously fixed on the ceiling, motionless, except for a slight smile that had appeared on his lips, and no other response.
So Su Wanqing suddenly became anxious.