Because he often used World Influence to conceal their existence, Handsome Scholar understood very clearly what this truly meant:
If a person's existence in the world vanished completely, how was that any different from death?
At this thought,
Su Wen merely held her tightly, then looked earnestly at the photographs of the two of them hanging one by one on the wall:
There were photos from a winter solstice during high school, taken at Cambridge University,
In the photo, Jiang Menghan wore a white down jacket, yet her stunning figure seemed more beautiful than the entire Cambridge campus.
There were also photographs taken shortly before they graduated from high school, when they used one last lock-picking trip to the rooftop as an excuse and captured a glowing picture against the streaming sea of city lights.
And there was the Hella Sky Mountain Range,
The voyage across the Lost Sea,
The steam train in Lorenz Riel, conference photos from when they discussed spatial physics, and so on and so forth.
Those were their memories,
So Su Wen merely whispered to the girl in his arms:
"Meng Han,
I'll cook today. I'll handle all the chores too, so just get some proper rest.
No more forcing yourself, understand?"
Only after hearing him say that,
Did the ice-cold girl, who had acted so strong all along, merely nod like a kitten.
At last, she stopped pretending to be strong and revealed an exquisitely beautiful yet utterly fragile expression:
"I was actually scared just now that I would disappear like that.
But Mr. Su, you came back,
I missed you so much."
And so,
As time slowly passed,
The crisp clinking of porcelain bowls came from the kitchen as Su Wen busied himself at the counter in a dark navy apron.
Yet even amid