Becoming a living corpse was an extremely painful thing. He would never let her become one, nor would he use any other forbidden techniques on her. All he wanted was for her to live safely and happily.
Fengguang sighed. “I hope that no matter what happens, you won’t hurt your body like this again.”
“Alright… I promise you,” he replied gently. Then, as if thinking of something, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “In Fengguang’s eyes, have I really aged that much compared to before?”
Her body stiffened as she recalled what she had mumbled in a daze before losing consciousness. She quickly lifted her head and declared her loyalty, “A-Mo has always been young and handsome—how could you possibly be old?”
“Then I must have remembered wrong.” He smiled again. “But… why does your appearance look different from the portrait I drew before?”
To Fengguang, this sounded exactly like someone who had seen a heavily edited photo online and then said in person, “Why don’t you look like your picture?”
Her gaze drifted, her confidence wavering. “Really? What’s different? Maybe when I grow up, I’ll look the same as in the portrait.”
“That makes sense,” he agreed with a smile.
Her face flushed. “If I don’t look like the portrait, then how did you know I’m the same person who stayed by your side back then?”
“When I couldn’t see you, I often imagined what kind of look you would give me, what expressions you would have when you spoke to me… So even if I didn’t know your appearance, I could still recognize you. Because the moment I saw you, I knew that everything I had imagined before was true.” There was a hint of joy in his eyes—a quiet pride that he had recognized her.
Even if he didn’t remember her face or her voice, the feeling she gave him would never change.
Judging someone by appearance alone was, after all, the most superficial thing.
Hearing this, Fengguang felt a surge of happiness in her heart. Then, suddenly, she thought of a playful question.
“In that case… what if you lost your memory? Would you still remember me?”
“I can’t say whether I would remember you or not,” Liu Nianfeng said, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “But there is one thing I’m certain of. The feeling you give me is constant. So even if I forgot you, the moment I saw you, I would still know—I would fall in love with you.”
He never believed that feelings were carried by memory. What loved her was his spirit, his will, his very flesh and blood. Even if he died and lost his body, his soul would still love her.
If he truly forgot her, then before meeting her, he might go on living as usual. But the moment he met her again, the madness and obsession buried deep within him would resurface, consuming all his reason.
Just like now—holding her in his arms, he had no intention of ever giving her to anyone else, not even her so-called parents.
But Fengguang was different. To her, her parents would always be her parents.
Still basking in the happiness his words brought her, she suddenly remembered why she had ended up here in the first place. She asked anxiously, “You didn’t just take me away without asking my parents, did you?”
“I did say they were welcome to visit Snow’s End Manor.”
“And what did they say?”
“They seemed… very emotional. Overjoyed, I would say.”
Fengguang: “…”
Yeah right—as if she’d believe that.
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