Chapter 903: I Personally Lifted It
The little girl’s soft, sweet lips brushed his icy ones, then fled away in a flash, yet that tenderness seemed to burrow into his heart, in an instant softening it into a shallow pool of water, making his lips curve without his knowing.
Su Yu had always been aloof and proud, never once showing a smile.
That smile was like a world-toppling blossom that bloomed in a single breath, making heaven and earth, all things under the sky, lose their color.
The little girl whose tears had not yet dried was clearly stunned by his beauty, staring at him, dumbfounded, her lips shining.
Yet the one who was dazed was not only Xiao Xue; Bai Xueruo was just as shaken.
She could no longer remember how long it had been since she last saw his smile; she was almost forgetting it altogether. Yet now, how could he be smiling at a mere yellow-haired maid—and that little girl had actually gone and kissed his lips.
Even though she knew he would never harbor anything ambiguous or improper toward a little girl, her heart still ached like a thousand needles, the pain impossible to voice.
He had regained his memories; she thought he would look to her first. She thought that after his memories returned, he would understand the depth of her devotion.
But he had not even spared her a single glance.
As enchanting as that smile was, that was how much it hurt in her heart at this moment.
Why...
Has He truly stopped caring about her...?
Seeing Xiao Xue’s drool nearly dripping out, Su Yu instantly drew back his smile, let out a cool, restrained cough, then carried Xiao Xue over to Ning Shiqi and handed Xiao Xue into his arms.
He...
Was he going to ignore He, her own father, completely?
Ning Shiqi carefully took Xiao Xue into his embrace, looked at Su Yu, and called softly, "Elder Brother."
Su Yu nodded, said nothing, and turned to walk toward Bai Xueruo.
Bai Xueruo’s heart began to race.
She had not hesitated to consume her own essence Blood to forge the Blood Talisman and restore his memories, hoping he would recall the days they had spent together. Yet the way he looked now made her somewhat afraid.
Su Yu stopped when he was a meter away from Bai Xueruo.
He looked over at her; on Bai Xueruo’s face there was a clear trace of panic.
She had never felt she’d done anything wrong. Yet as she watched him walk toward her, her heart was still flooded with timidity and alarm.
When you love someone too deeply, the moment you look at him, you cannot help but shrink, half a head lower.
The deeper the love, the lower you place yourself.
Afraid of doing anything wrong, even your breathing grows cautious and light.
"Do you still remember what I told you before I sent you away?" Su Yu did not ask anything else, only spoke this single line.
Bai Xueruo’s eyes flew wide; she staggered back two steps, her body unsteady. Her lips moved, yet not a single word came out.
"I told you that the bond of master and servant between us ends here. Do not seek vengeance, do not return—just live well." Bai Xueruo remained silent, and Su Yu spelled it out, word by word.
"And the contract between us did not dissolve because I died; it was personally dissolved by me, on the verge of my death." Su Yu’s words made Bai Xueruo’s body give way again; she stared at Su Yu in disbelief.
Her step faltered, and she fell to the ground. Silver hair spread across the floor, and blood at the corner of her lips welled out once more.
Scarlet against white, starkly vivid.
Amid such seductive beauty, a few shades of indescribable bitterness and chill were born.