...For me, the urge to fall in love is like going to the mall and buying a lot of things, only to find it is raining outside. Occasionally, I also feel like sharing an umbrella with someone. However, after the rain stops, I will feel that "this is good, one person is enough."
No one in this world would understand such an emotion, right?
No one will understand.
——"Chrissy's Secret Diary"
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Wayne closed the diary and rubbed his temples in distress.
He didn't realize it before when he simply regarded it as a mission prop, but now he had to realize that it was not good to peek into other people's thoughts like he did.
Miss, you should at least remember more plot-related content and write less sad lamentations!
Wayne could actually understand what she was thinking.
In this strange world, Chris had no one to talk to, so she had no choice but to record everything she wanted to say in her diary, as if she was talking to herself.
'Why don't you... stop reading it in the future? '
The main plot is just that, it makes no difference whether you watch it or not.
He didn't want to die in society together with Chris if his identity was exposed in the future.
Wayne once again put the diary back as it was, picked up the borrowed picture album, and sat on the sofa seat near the door, flipping through it boredly.
After a while, Karen knocked on the door.
"Master Wayne, your friend His Royal Highness the First Prince is here to visit."
?
We just struck up a conversation yesterday, and today we eagerly approached you?
He tidied up his appearance and went downstairs to greet her.
Richard's eyes lit up when he saw him from a distance, and he greeted happily: "Wayne, yesterday's time was too short, we haven't finished talking yet."
? ? ?
What the hell, are there any unfinished words from yesterday?
In the living room, Ashwell looked at Richard with a loving look on her face and smiled very softly.
Chris seemed to be sitting obediently next to her mother. She noticed Wayne coming over and kept winking at him.
Wayne's head was full of questions, not quite understanding what she meant.
"Kris." My mother spoke.
"Yes!" Chris yelled, sitting up straight in an instant.
Ashwell's brows furrowed and she took a deep breath to calm them down.
"The visit of the First Prince to this humble abode is truly a blessing."
"What did you say, Madam? Wayne and I hit it off immediately and are now very good friends." Richard kept a perfect smile and answered impeccably.
With that said, he sent a wink to Wayne very naturally. "Wayne, huh?"
"Ah...yes."
"Since we are here to play with friends, I won't disturb you. Chris, take them to the study."
"Okay, okay."
Ashwell gave Chris a warning look, picked up her skirt and left calmly.
"Your Highness, please come this way."
"Chris, don't you always call me by my name Richard?" The first prince suddenly smiled, "Why are you so outspoken today?"
"..."
Chris also smiled awkwardly but politely, and said pointedly: "When a person grows up, he will always be a little different from when he was a child."
Hearing this, Richard nodded in understanding. "Indeed."
They are all elementary school students, but each one is more skillful than the other at playing riddles. This scene seems inconsistent.
Wayne looked at Prince Richard and then at Chrissy.
"You guys talk first, I'll go get some snacks."
He really had nothing to talk about with the First Prince, and he finally understood that Richard had no martial ethics and was using him as a cover, but his actual purpose was probably different.
So Wayne decided to yo-yo first.
With quick hands and eyes, Chris grabbed Wayne's collar and said, "Wait a minute! I'll go with you."
"Well, wouldn't it be a bad idea to leave His Highness here alone?"
The corners of Richard's mouth twitched, since he knew it, he shouldn't say it.
"It doesn't matter, I'll wait for you here." He said understandingly.
Duke Wenche's Mansion, somewhere in an inconspicuous corridor corner.
"Didn't you see the wink I gave you so hard just now?" Chris complained angrily.
"...I thought your eyelids were cramped."
Chris put her hand on her forehead speechlessly. "Sure enough, people's joys and sorrows are not the same."
"So, what do you want to say?" Wayne asked.
Chris was shocked and grabbed Wayne's hand: "Wayne, you can find a chance to send Richard out later."
Wayne was keenly aware of what she meant. "Don't you welcome His Royal Highness?"
"It's not that he's not welcome..." Chris hesitated for a long time before saying, "I'm afraid that if he stays here for a long time, my mother will think of arranging an engagement between me and the prince."
That's the problem.
"I feel like His Highness the Prince is not repelled?"
"Of course he doesn't reject it! With me standing in front of him as a shield, I can at least help him block 90% of the rotten peach blossoms."
This is indeed how the original plot played out.
Because His Royal Highness no longer wanted to endure the endless displays of love from women of all ages, he agreed to the royal family's request for a political marriage with the daughter of Duke Wenche.
In this way, the time of engagement in the original work is almost at this time.
Hiss, Richard has been struggling for a long time. Could it be that he was looking for an opportunity to gain favor with Duke Elliot's family?
He is indeed a scheming boy!
Wayne's expression was complicated.
It felt like a pig that was raised pink and tender at home was being stared at by a cabbage.
"...I don't want to marry anyone. This engagement must be ruined." Chris said decisively.
"Why don't you leave some unforgettable bad impression on His Highness the Prince and make him retreat?"
"Although I don't want to say it myself, I am confident that my reputation among the outside world is definitely not good." Chris said tactfully.
In fact, it is not just "not good", but also arrogant, domineering, arrogant, extravagant and wasteful, ignorant of suffering, etc., are all synonymous with her.
So far, only a few people close to her know her other side.
With such a prestigious reputation, His Royal Highness is still fearless and ruthless indeed.
"Can't you just refuse it yourself?"
Chrissy shook her head slightly and said solemnly: "I'm afraid my father and mother don't want to see that result."
"That will be difficult." Wayne muttered.
"It's not difficult to do." The immature girl's eyes were firm: "As long as His Royal Highness Prince Richard is admitted to the school headquarters, he will meet his true destiny."
Good guy, so that’s what you had in mind!
"How do you know what's going to happen in the future?" Wayne looked at her with pure and innocent eyes.
Chris couldn't say anything for a long time.
"Anyway... your thoughts will be different when you grow up than when you were a child. You will understand when you grow up." She replied as if she was dealing with a child.
"Wein, touch your conscience and tell me, is your sister good to you?" She blinked her big eyes pitifully.
"……Good."
"Then do me this favor, it's a life-long matter for me!" Chris begged.
"In short, we must try to minimize the time that His Highness the Prince spends with me and other family members. I will also try to make other efforts at the same time. As long as I wait until I am 15 years old and enter high school, everything will be fine."
So, so, so, so, so... having made the basic strategy, she clasped her hands together in a prayer gesture:
"Hope everyone is okay."
