What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

The cold wind blew through the hair on the edge of the hood, and something seemed to rush out of Fu Ying's throat. She opened her mouth: "Xiao Shu——"

"People with different memories are not the same person." Song Shu said as a matter of course, "Even those who practice immortal cultivation and split their souls and separate their personalities for cultivation will have problems with self-cognition."

"Unless you can adjust yourself, how can you possibly merge your split personality or soul into one? This is something that is inherently difficult to explain. We are just ordinary people, why would we think about past lives or present lives?"

After Song Shu expressed his opinion, he saw that Fu Ying was slow to respond, so he asked her, "Fu Ying, you don't believe in past lives, do you?"

Before Fu Ying could say anything, Song Shu said, "You see, if a soul reincarnates into another person with a completely different personality and memories, then this is a completely new person."

"If you lose your memories and experiences, can you still be the same person? Of course not."

"The me with the memories is me. No one else can be me. The me now is me."

Song Shu became more and more excited, but Fu Ying suddenly said, "But, no matter what, I will always love you."

Song Shu: "What?"

"No matter whether you have memories or not, no matter what experiences you have had, no matter whether you remember me or not, still love me or not - I will always love you." Fu Ying pulled the hood to cover her face and said word by word.

"I only love you, Xiaoshu."

Song Shu patted her calf and shook his head, "What if I can't remember it for the rest of my life? What if my personality changes and I fall in love with someone else? This is a completely unrealistic idea."

"So I think An Tan's ability is quite useful. The ability of 'Eternal Memory' can help me remember the moments I spent with you. I will never forget our past."

"Let me put it this way, Fu Ying, I have a bit of a mysophobia," she said calmly, "The love between us cannot be disturbed by anyone."

"—including ourselves."

Song Shu stood up straight. A cold wind blew into the bedroom, and the temperature dropped rapidly.

"Come in. You don't have to patrol outside. Can't you sense the black wall directly?"

She waited for a while, only to hear Fu Ying's voice coming from inside the hood.

"You go to sleep first. I'll patrol outside for a while."

Song Shu yawned, rubbed his eyes, and lay down on the windowsill.

"I'll go with you and let them have a good night's rest." She stared at the office building not far away, thought for a moment, and said to Fu Ying, "You performed very well that night."

"I counted it and it seemed to be twelve times. It didn't hurt and it was quite comfortable."

"..."

"Let me put it this way. I have always had a fear of sex... because when I was a child I witnessed Song Rongguang oppressing my mother. At that time, Xia Fu was not at home. I was the only one squatting at the door and watching through the crack."

Only then did Fu Ying turn her head.

She saw a rather quiet sadness in Song Shu's eyes.

"I heard my mother's screams, my father's insults, and all kinds of sounds that are... disgusting even to this day. I was scared when I was a child, but only when I grew up did I realize what they meant."

"When I was bullied in middle school, they threatened to stick something into my body. Li Shuang helped me out once, although she used the excuse that they were too young to play with me."

"When I was in high school, I heard a boy in my class say that he went to a hotel with his ex-girlfriend on the weekend. Later, when they broke up, his ex-girlfriend committed suicide and asked for a reconciliation. He was scared and agreed. Later, his ex-girlfriend dropped out of school due to depression. The two broke up, and the boy was relieved."

"In college... everyone has their own life. I am comfortable and at ease on my own. I live a very good and satisfying life. It's just that I feel lonely sometimes. I think it would be great if someone is blind enough to fall in love with me and only loves me."

"Sometimes I think it would be nice if someone loved me and gave me precious friendship. I don't have many friends."

She gave a smile that made Fu Ying breathless.

"Fu Ying, I really love you. Maybe sometimes I make you feel that I don't care about you very much, but——"

"I know. I won't do anything to Bo Li and the others." Fu Ying said, "As long as... they don't betray you."

"Small profits?" Song Shu was stunned for a second. "Oh, I understand what you mean. I just said that if I want to be a leader, I have to care about others, but I won't ignore you because of that."

"..."

Fu Ying breathed gently, feeling the entanglement that had always existed in her heart. At this moment, it flowed out as a dark liquid and turned into unspeakable fear.

"I have only loved you, Xiao Shu." She suddenly blurted out, "I only loved... you whom I met after coming to Kangle Community."

"Why do you say you've loved? Aren't you in love now?" Song Shu pouted, "I know."

She felt that she could not open her eyes, so she turned around and threw herself onto the soft bed, curled up in the quilt and went to sleep.

"Good night……"

"..."

The wind was cold and biting. Fu Ying gently closed the window and listened to the chaotic voices in her heart.

Fear climbed up like an endless vine, growing sharp thorns and flowing with dark venom, dripping onto her blood-red heart bit by bit.

Fu Ying's breathing gradually became heavy. She stared straight at the bright moon in the night sky. She couldn't help but grab the fabric around her chest tightly, causing countless wrinkles.

"I……"

"Only love you."

She whispered, her body shaking uncontrollably.

But Song Shu, who was already asleep, naturally could not hear her pitiful confession outside the window.

-

The next morning, Song Shu was awakened by a tingling sensation on his body as if ants were gnawing at him.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she couldn't help but utter a trembling call: "Fu Ying..."

In the warm bed, Fu Ying was leaning over to kiss her, blocking the words from her mouth.

Fu Ying's dark eyes were full of tenderness, but also mixed with an unspeakable lust, which stunned Song Shu.

"No... No..." She didn't even have time to rub her eyes before she stuttered and grabbed Fu Ying's wrist, "What are you doing in broad daylight--"

"It's time to get up." Fu Ying said in a low voice.

Song Shu's sensitive nerves were stimulated and she felt a surge of acid in her body. She shook her head vigorously, but Fu Ying lowered his head and kissed her without giving her any explanation.

Song Shu struggled violently and finally escaped from Fu Ying's hands. She licked her lips and said subconsciously: "No, it's unhygienic... I'm going to take a shower..."

Fu Ying looked at her without blinking and nodded.

"Okay, let's take a shower together."

Song Shu grabbed his disheveled nightgown, glared at her angrily, and fled the bedroom in a hurry.