Ye Qingying was an orphan before.
Many years ago, he was injured and then saved by Yu Linglong.
Yu Linglong indeed owed him a life-saving debt.
But as for why he was injured, Ye Qingying had actually forgotten.
His memory was very vague, before he became an assassin.
In fact, he didn't even know who his master was. It could be said that the way he killed, the Shadowless Swordplay he cultivated, was basically self-created.
The more he fought, the more skilled he naturally became.
All his moves were honed bit by bit in actual combat.
But even so, in the past twenty-odd years, his memory remained very hazy.
Perhaps it was because there was nothing worth remembering, so he was very forgetful, like a fish with a seven-second memory.
There weren't many things he could remember in this life.
So, he had forgotten how he spent all the New Year's Eves in the past twenty-odd years.
He only knew that he always spent them alone.
This was Ye Qingying's first New Year's Eve spent with another person.
It wasn't New Year's Eve now, but New Year's morning.
However, the sky looked no different from nighttime.
Ye Qingying felt that this was New Year's Eve.
He was convinced that this was the first and only most valuable New Year's Eve he had ever spent in his life.
Chu Qianli was teaching him how to wrap dumplings.
Taobao had ready-made items, dumpling wrappers, and filling. She had also bought a dozen eggs and boiled two.
"Look, like this, pinch the two sides of the wrapper together. See, it's done!"
She taught him little by little, but Ye Qingying learned very slowly.
Subconsciously, he didn't want to learn.
In fact, he had already learned, but as long as he hadn't learned, his Xiao Yao would continue to call him and talk to him.
As long as she was still willing to talk to him now, Ye Qingying was content.
"Oh no, the filling is leaking out. Hurry and pinch it closed, quickly!"
"Mm." He was still focused on pinching the dumpling wrappers. Although his hands were deliberately clumsy, he would never waste her dumpling filling.
He cherished everything that was hers.
In the cold winter, the two of them were wrapping dumplings with a growing warmth.
Chu Qianli's pot of plain water finally found its use. At first, she really didn't know what she wanted to cook.
She purely wanted to cook something.
"Let's put in the first batch." She excitedly dropped the first batch of dumplings into the water.
Ye Qingying, afraid she would scald her hand, quickly took the dumplings himself and put them into the water.
However, due to his haste, the hot water almost splashed onto Chu Qianli's hand.
"Xiao Yao, are you hurt!" Ye Qingying was anxious.
Chu Qianli raised her eyes and looked at him.
Ye Qingying seemed to have just remembered what he had said, and his heart felt a pang of sadness.
He quickly said, "I'm sorry, Miss Chu, I just..."
"I'm not angry." Chu Qianli merely paused for a moment before shaking her head and smiling faintly, "Forget it, just let it go."
If not for letting it go, what else could be done?
Ye Qingying still appeared flustered, like someone who had made a mistake.
He didn't know what she meant by "let it go."
Did she still hate him?
"Hurry and put the rest of the dumplings in, otherwise, they won't cook evenly!"
Ye Qingying finally reacted and quickly put the remaining dumplings into the pot.
This time, he was careful, not daring to splash out any hot soup.
"There are still some dumpling wrappers left, finish wrapping them quickly," Chu Qianli said.
Ye Qingying didn't speak, lowered his head, and continued wrapping dumplings.
However, there weren't many dumpling wrappers left.
After they finished wrapping, the two of them watched the steaming pot, watching the hot steam rise, waiting.
Perhaps, they were just spacing out.
After an unknown amount of time, Chu Qianli suddenly said, "The่ poison in your body has been removed. From now on, do not work for Yu Linglong anymore."