Xuan Ting sneered: "Heh, right now, it's you who can't communicate with the outside world as a spiritual entity, not me. Why do you think I would agree to your request?"

His cold, sarcastic, and arrogant words caused Tong Su's expression to change slightly, but he simply flicked his sleeves and left without looking back.

How could he—

"An'an, you're up? I cooked some porridge today, come and try it."

Yang's mother happily washed her hands and started babbling as she helped her daughter serve porridge. The bowl was a broken metal bowl, somewhat deformed and very old. Just as she placed the porridge on the table, she looked up and saw her daughter leaving.

Her daughter's face was cold and stern, her gaze sharp as she stared at her.

It was clearly her daughter, yet she inexplicably gave her a terrifying feeling, an utter sense of unfamiliarity…

"Don't pour me the porridge—"

Yang's mother froze awkwardly, her lips moving slightly, a hint of timidity in her voice. She clenched her hands nervously, saying, "I...I...I won't do it again."

That bastard!

Tong Su was so anxious that she wanted to rush over and knock Xuan Ting out of her body.

Yang's mother was already weak-willed, how could he speak to her like that!

This will scare Yang's mother!

"--The iron bowl conducts heat very well and will be very hot to the touch. From now on, let me pour the porridge."

However, the next moment, he gasped for breath and finished the second half of his sentence.

With his sleeves rolled up, he calmly stepped forward, picked up the worn-out iron bowl, carefully scooped out a large bowlful, and placed it in front of Yang's mother.

"Your porridge."

Yang's mother opened her mouth a few times, still stunned and unable to react: "An'an..."

“Yes, it’s me,” Xuan Ting smiled slightly and helped her sit on the bench. “It’s still very cold today, so please don’t go out. There’s still money at home, so I can go buy some food myself.”

Tong Su slowly withdrew her foot, watching his somewhat awkward and stiff yet trying-to-be-gentle movements, and couldn't help but smile as she touched her tightly pursed lips.

My heart feels warm.

People...

They may say harsh things, but deep down they're still very kind.

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After the meal, Xuan Ting persuaded Yang's mother, who still wanted to go out with him, to stop. He then picked out a dagger and a short sword from the weapons Tong Su had forged, and took the sword that contained Tong Su's spiritual body before going out.

The wind outside was extremely strong, carrying with it a biting chill. As soon as you stepped outside, your exposed skin was subjected to a merciless baptism, as the wind whipped up icy snowflakes that stung like knives.

A slight look of surprise flashed in Xuan Ting's eyes.

The spiritual body cannot feel cold or heat, and before he met with disaster, his SSS-type body was even more impervious to cold and heat, and had extremely high tolerance for the environment.

Previously, when he saw Tongsu and Yang's mother go out and walk freely in the wind and snow, he thought that winter in E976-INE86 was nothing special.

But now, with his frail body now possessing the E-level constitution of Tong Su, he stood in the wind and snow and realized just how much cold and pain she had endured before!

The wind and snow seemed to freeze your blood, penetrating straight into your bones through your thin clothes. Your shoes were too thin; every step felt like walking barefoot on snow, so cold you could barely feel anything.

—Even in such cold weather, she still painstakingly rummaged through the garbage dump.

She was saving money to buy him a boat ticket!

Xuan Ting's heart skipped a beat, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside him, a mix of heartache and self-reproach.

If it weren't for him, she could have stayed home to avoid the cold, and used the money to improve her life instead of scrimping and saving...

Back in the Imperial Star, he was indeed admired by many, but they only saw his status and qualifications.

When people tried to please him by giving him gifts, they would bring ordinary, common items. Even if the gifts were valuable, they were just a drop in the ocean compared to their vast wealth.

Only her!