He had esteemed Master so highly at first, becoming obsessive to the point of intolerance for any slight against him, not solely because of the kindness Master had shown him but also because there had once been someone who had been like Master... yet that person... Su Lang managed a bitter laugh again, "Ha, a woman!?" He jerked away from Master, suddenly getting to his feet as if he could bear no more, his handsome face contorted in agony as he demanded, "What’s so good about women, anyway? The world is unfair, and we men must live in it, yet we’re reduced to fawning and grovelling! Why is it that one after another, you all fall for them?" "The powerful! They never care about the lives of men like you and me. In those women’s hearts, we men are worth less than a dog, merely playthings at the mercy of others!" "I thought you were different. I thought a person like you wouldn’t be as foolish as he was, but why, in the end, do you all fall for a woman’s charms?" Su Lang let out a low laugh as if reminiscing, "A mentor, a father, a brother, a friend... yet all those roles couldn’t stand against that woman’s backward glance and smile. Was he really that good? To willingly break off his own engagement, to forsake me, to betray everyone, all for a moment of her favor..." "She has no heart. She’s using you, using you!!" Su Lang grasped his head, screaming in anguish, drunken words spilling from him. His temper wasn’t directed at Liang Zhichen, but for that person who had, in his youth, taken his hand, taught him to read and to write, instructed him in swordplay and martial arts, spoke to him of Dayuan’s many faults, told him to travel far and wide when he grew up, and mentioned that beyond the frontier, there was a kingdom called Dajin, a place unlike Dayuan, with no such constraints on men... But what about in the end? That person who didn’t keep his word, he had forsaken him, deserted the years of shared hardships and dependency, and merely because in a moment of pique, he had spoken ill of that woman, he was thrown into... With his eyes reddening, Su Lang bit out the name with force, "Qing—He—!!" How could you be so blind?!" Without warning, Liang Zhichen struck down with a karate chop, and Su Lang’s body went limp. He sighed softly and then looked towards his wife, only to find her looking lost. "My lady?" he called out, but she remained dazed. She furrowed her brow and murmured, "Qinghe, Qinghe... why does this name sound so familiar?" She pressed her temples, trying to think but to no avail. Yet she speculated that this name might be related to the part of her memory that was missing. Liang Zhichen was a bit worried about her, so he walked over and placed his hands on her shoulders, "What’s wrong?" Dong Huiying looked bewildered, "I don’t know what’s wrong with me, just that my heart is pounding fiercely." He frowned deeply and then glanced at Su Lang. Tears marked the pale face of the young boy. Why did that strange name, Qinghe, provoke such a reaction from his wife? Taking advantage of Su Lang’s unconsciousness, Dong Huiying took his pulse, prescribed some medicine, and gave detailed instructions before she and Liang Zhichen rode back on horseback. The goose-feather-like snow fluttered down gently, melting as soon as it touched their faces. Liang Zhichen was in a sour mood, Dong Huiying nestled in his arms, her small hand stealthily pulling at his clothes. She looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes and asked, "Are you unhappy?"