Su Yi stood outside Xinglin Pharmacy, holding a food box in his hand.
Seeing Su Ruotang, his eyes lit up, he stumbled forward, raised the food box in his hand, "Tang'er, this is the hazelnut cake you like."
Su Ruotang stood still and looked at Su Yi coldly.
Su Yi looked uneasy at her: "Tang...Tang'er..."
His face was full of anger.
She stopped in front of Su Ruotang and said in a loud voice regardless of her identity: "Master, the lady is allergic to hazelnuts. It is Su Muyao who likes hazelnuts, not our lady!"
Hazelnut…allergy…
Su Yi's pupils suddenly tightened and he staggered back.
As soon as his fingertips were loosened, the food box fell to the ground, scattering dust.
The hazelnut cake fell out and shattered.
His pupils were trembling constantly, and he wanted to speak, but there seemed to be a foreign object blocking his throat. He was so choked and painful that he couldn't spit out any syllables.
"I...I can't remember..."
After a while, a feeble explanation escaped his lips.
Qingwan's tone was full of sarcasm: "My eldest son, your precious head will only remember everything related to Su Muyao."
"Su Muyao loves hazelnut cake the most. Hazelnut cake is her favorite, but it is my lady's deadly poison!"
Su Yi stared closely at Su Ruotang's gorgeous eyebrows. He seemed to have lost all strength and was leaning staggeringly against the wall of the alley.
The sadness in his eyes was as thick as substance.
Su Ruotang lowered his eyes and looked at the hazelnut cake on the ground.
What the original owner wanted in her life was that her brothers could turn back into the brothers who loved and doted on her before.
What she never got until her death was now placed in front of her.
But she is not the original owner, and she doesn't want this kind of belated affection.
Su Ruotang walked forward slowly and stood beside the hazelnut cake.
There was a hint of cautious expectation in Su Yi's hoarse voice, "Tang'er, what do you like to eat? Big brother will cook it for you."
Su Ruotang raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly.
The next moment, she slowly raised her feet.
In Su Yi's sad and self-reproaching eyes, he stepped on the broken hazelnut cake.
Her eyes were indifferent, her thin lips parted lightly, "Su Yi, did you do this?"
"Well, I made it myself, but I didn't remember that you were allergic to hazelnuts." Su Yi had hope in his eyes and bitterness on his face, "I'm sorry..."
Su Ruotang's light and soft voice, against the cold night wind, conveyed a chill that penetrated into the bones, "It's not that you don't remember, it's that you only remember everything related to Su Muyao."
"She is dead, I am not her."
Su Yi's eyes widened slightly: "Tang'er, it was eldest brother who was wrong in the past, but eldest brother will be a good brother in the future..."
Su Ruotang interrupted him lightly, with a very calm expression: "I don't need a brother."
Su Yi's lips moved: "Tang'er..."
Su Ruotang took a step back, looked at the crushed hazelnut cake, and said in a lighter voice, "Su Yi, don't come to me again."
"I don't like anything any of you make."
Su Yi's already pale face became even more pale as paper.
The boy behind him couldn't help but say, "The third prince's concubine, the eldest son has been doing it since he returned..."
Before he finished speaking, Su Ruotang interrupted him coldly, "Master Su, if you really feel sorry for your mother and feel a little guilty about her, please never appear in front of me."
"Even if you meet me accidentally on the road, please treat me as if you don't know me."
"Also, I will definitely take Su Muyao's life. If you are my enemy, I have nothing to say."
Su Yi looked pale: "Whether you kill her or not has nothing to do with me."
"Is there really no room for change between us?"
As he said that, he staggered forward and wanted to pull Su Ruotang's sleeves.
But she avoided it.
The hand Su Yi stretched out was covered with long and short scars.
Su Ruotang only glanced at it without any change in his expression.
Her tone was cold and indifferent, but she said resolutely: "No."
When Su Yi heard her decisive words, the light in his eyes instantly went out, and his whole body was shaky.
Sure enough, Tang'er had the same dream as him.
Tang'er...will not forgive them.
The boy beside him quickly supported him: "Master!"
Qingwan looked at Su Yi sarcastically: "Master Su gave my lady hazelnut cakes. I'm afraid he wanted to harm my lady's life!"
The boy supported Su Yi, a little aggrieved, "That's all in the past. My young master burned the skin to make this box of hazelnut cakes!"
Su Ruotang suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Su Yi.
She raised the corners of her lips and smiled softly.
The smile didn't reach his eyes, with a cold and burning look, "Did I ask you to do it?"
Su Yi's eyes were full of bitterness and he shook his head.
"Su Yi, you like to eat fried lotus cakes. The lotus must bloom in the early morning with dewdrops."
"No more than half a cup of tea should be left before picking."
"In order to pick lotus flowers, she would soak in the lotus pond at midnight every day, dig out the whole lotus flower with roots and soil, wrap it carefully and take it to the kitchen."
"Heat the oil and fry slowly over low heat."
"In these hands, which piece of skin has not been burned? Which piece of flesh has not been cut with a knife?"
"In the worst case, half of my fingernails were chipped off."
"Finger to heart, Su Yi, do you know how painful it was for her at that time?"
"She was hurt all over her body because of you."
"What qualifications do you have to ask me to forgive you?"
Su Ruotang's heart ached, her eyes were a little red, and she grabbed Su Yi's lapel, "If you want to beg for forgiveness, you should go to the underworld to beg! Not me!"
She shook Su Yi away and said, "I'm not her!"
Su Yi slammed his body against the wall, and a bright red color overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
He didn't care, just stared at Su Ruotang and smiled suddenly.
"I deserve to die."
"Tang'er, if I die, will you be able to forget those painful memories?"
