<h4>Chapter 247: Chapter 247: Memories from the Depths</h4>


    Her appearance would remind him of a cat with bristled fur.


    Though she acted fiercely, in the eyes of others, she was still adorable.


    At least, that’s how he saw it.


    She had a sweet and charming face, even when she was angry she couldn’t look that scary. Those eyes ring round and big, like two beautiful ss beads.


    The sweet and innocent type of woman was never his preference.


    He had always liked morous women, those who exuded extreme beauty, like a blooming red rose, bold and arrogant.


    Yet, after spending time with her, she upied a somewhat different ce in his heart.


    He began to gradually pay attention to her.


    Although to him it didn’t mean much, one thing was clear: she was different from the women around him.


    He could treat other women as transparent, but with her, in part, there was something that caught his eye.


    He suddenly felt that his future days might be much more interesting, trying something he had never tried seemed pretty appealing.


    Watching her turn around grinding her teeth, Matthew Saxon couldn’t help but curl his lips into a smile.


    The magazine in his hand remained unread, he casually flipped through it a couple of times before tossing it aside.


    He then intertwined his hands behind his head, eyes squinting slightly, leaning back, staring nkly at a certain spot in the night sky.


    "Brother Matthew, do you know what that star is?"


    "Look, over there is the Male Prostitute Star, over there is the Weaver Girl Star, separated by the Milky Way. Grandma said, the Male Prostitute and the Weaver Girl could meet only once a year. When they meet, lots of magpies gather on the Milky Way to form a bridge, thus the bridge is called the Magpie Bridge."


    "Also, over there is the Seven Stars, and over there is the Big Dipper."


    "There is Orion, which will have meteor showers."


    In his ears, the childish voice resurfaced from buried memories.


    Matthew Saxon recalled the little girl calling him Brother Matthew persistently, clinging to him like a Little Tail.


    She had long, slightly curly ck hair,rge eyes, long eyshes, and a tiny mouth, soft and pink like a flower petal.


    Despite being a beautifully crafted little girl, she never cared to tidy herself up.


    Her shiny ck hair was always braided into two messy pigtails.


    She didn’t like wearing skirts because it wasn’t convenient for her to climb trees.


    During his childhood, she apanied him for merely two months.


    But those two months became an unforgettable memorysting over twenty years.


    He cared for her, cherished her, didn’t allow anyone to bully her, yet in the end, he had to watch helplessly as she was swept away by the ruthless waves.


    He couldn’t save her.


    He still vividly remembered herst words cried out when she was taken away by the waves.


    The terrified scream she made would never leave his memory.


    Crying and screaming, Brother Matthew, save me!


    The scream that haunted him in nightmares for more than a year once again echoed beside his ears.


    The handsome demonic face suddenly turned pale, Matthew Saxon clenched his fists tightly, painfully closing his eyes.


    The scar on his heart was torn open once more, bleeding profusely, the pain nearly suffocating him.


    Little Tail, I’m sorry, it was Brother Matthew who let you down.


    He hadn’t been able to save her, at that moment, his mind went nk, he was paralyzed.


    By the time he snapped back, he dashed madly into the ocean, only to be forcefully held back.


    "Young Master, you cannot go, you don’t know how to swim, you’ll drown."