Chapter 1490: Chapter 1490: Finale Part 38
Sure enough, Ye Lu looked shocked and moved: "You... why? I didn’t do anything."
She could never imagine that Ying would betray the godfather because of her. This person was always cold, like an emotionless robot.
His thoughts were unfathomable; perhaps he had none at all.
Yet at this moment, although his words remained indifferent and his face expressionless, there was a faint, peculiar light in his singular eye, making him suddenly come to life, as if a jade statue had been infused with a soul, possessing threads of human emotion and essence.
Ying shook his head: "You did. At that time, I was knocked down and lost short-term memory. You took me back, cared for me, treated me well, allowing me to taste the joys of life."
His earlier life was merely mechanical; sometimes he even felt unsure whether he was dead or alive because the recurring darkness of that life rendered him unable to experience life’s vibrancy or feel the passage and change of time.
Each day held no difference for him, like a lonely clock turning day by day towards a predetermined fate.
And that failed mission inadvertently led him to experience an entirely different form of inner life, devoid of bloodshed, darkness, and the godfather’s torment, like a never-dreamed dream that stirred the heart, birthing a sudden yearning.
It was the only colorful fragment in his gray life, with an honest job, a comfortable place to live, no longer eating alone. For the first time, someone served him meat, smiled at him, kindly told him to eat more to stay healthy.
These were ordinary things, yet they inexplicably etched deep into his memory, capturing every detail, every scene.
Perhaps it was because he had never felt such warmth.
A ray of sunshine entered his barren life, leaving him bewildered. After regaining his memory, Ying was still Ying, yet no longer Ying. He was already different; he had desires, wanting not to live like a puppet anymore.
Ye Lu was stunned, realizing that he had genuinely lost his memory at the time, and wasn’t feigning amnesia to gain sympathy, lurking around her.
She couldn’t help but feel guilty, recalling how she had harshly humiliated him over this matter.
"Just because I saved you once, you want to protect me?"
"No, the killer’s dictionary lacks the word ’gratitude.’ I’m not repaying a favor. It’s just because you’re the only person who’s been good to me, because you’re good to me, I want to be even better to you! I want to protect you, I want you to live more happily than anyone else." The killer’s world is simple; he has no family, no emotions with anyone.
When he was helpless and amnesiac, it was she who treated him like family, caring for him.
When the godfather gouged out his eye, no one cared, no one sympathized. She obviously hated him, yet reached out with tears to touch his ugly eye socket, softly saying sorry.
At that moment, his heart trembled.
Everyone else treated him as a tool, a killing machine; only she saw him as a person, grieving for him, feeling compassion for him.
For the sake of that apology, he felt he could give everything.
"Ying, you’re really foolish." Ye Lu felt deeply saddened; she believed she hadn’t done anything outstanding or been particularly good to him.
Yet this killer repaid her a hundredfold, a thousandfold. Perhaps it was a lack of care since childhood that made him appreciate even a little kindness, enough to betray the godfather.
"I’m willing." Ying gazed at the night sky, feeling his heart tranquil and tender.
