The scene rewinds to that time.
Next to the unconscious prince who fell into the water.
Do I kill him and complete my mission?
The beautiful girl hesitated.
But...he looks so handsome.
In a moment of weakness, the girl fed him a chronic poison that there was no way to undo.
Soon after, the prince woke up and saw the girl.
She originally just wanted to talk to such a beautiful boy.
However, the prince said that he would definitely marry her in the future.
The girl felt both happy and sad.
Under his tenderness and consideration, she always retreated again and again, unable to leave the cage called love that he had set.
And the prince, under the torture of that kind of chronic poison, his life came to an end day by day.
Even when she heard that he was seriously ill and went to see him again, he only said:
If she is by your side, the illnesses you suffer from just because you miss her can be cured.
The encounter that started because of false deception made her truly fall in love with this passionate prince.
So, she abandoned all distractions and just wanted to accompany the prince in the last period of his life.
But such a gentle and warm prince
But he betrayed her severely.
…
Until he left the academy, Wayne didn't know how to evaluate this story better.
Rather than a "deeply touching" love story, it's more like a satirical story of mutual harm.
The commoner girl thought that the prince did not know that she was a spy, but in fact the prince had already discovered it.
Everything started because of deception, ended up truly falling in love with each other, and then ended in the most tragic betrayal and hurt.
The whole story ends with the narration of the prince marrying another woman.
In the end, even the prince who succeeded in revenge on the girl did not win.
It is not difficult to imagine that his life, which has already come to an end, will soon come to an end.
Moreover, he may not know until his death that the girl who reached the end of her road was still pregnant with his child.
...What a fucking story.
Perhaps shocked by this sudden turn, no one present dared to raise objections to the script.
Even Lawrence, the original creator, sat there with dull eyes, as if he was stupid.
Even when Chris forcibly decided that she would be the prince and Tasia would be the common girl, no one expressed dissatisfaction.
The two returned home.
At this time, the sun has not yet set.
Chris relaxed and stretched her graceful waist, and lay face down on the sofa.
Wayne followed her into the room and closed the door.
It is the season when the days are long and the nights are short, the afterglow of summer is still strong, and the evening glow invades the room with a hint of heat.
He walked over and sat next to her.
Then, he stretched out his fingers and slowly slid them down from the back of her neck until they rested on her slender waist.
The thinner uniforms feel very smooth due to the exquisite materials.
Chris snorted twice and twisted uncomfortably.
As she swayed and struggled, she had a strange feeling that she was holding a fish.
"Why write such a plot..." he asked softly, "That can't be considered a love story at all, right?"
Chrissy turned over and slapped his malicious hand away angrily.
"Because only in this way can we bring an extremely shocking viewing experience to the audience."
She said, "Look, have you forgotten the status difference between commoners and princes now, and your attention is completely attracted by the tragedy of the story itself?"
Wayne was speechless.
"However, this ending is too unacceptable..." he whispered.
"The so-called tragedy is to destroy something valuable for people to see."
She said lightly, "Only tragedy can make people remember it deeply and make them sleepless."
"What's more?" She sat up and met Wayne's eyes.
"A liar is not qualified for love."
Wayne's pupils shrank severely.
The atmosphere between the two fell into an unspeakable silence.
He just looked at her blankly, his eyes deep.
He didn't ask who the "liar" in her words was referring to.
In a sense, both of them are liars.
Wayne felt that the blood pumped from his heart seemed to solidify. My body went numb in waves, making it difficult to react.
"I love you."
he said suddenly.
Chris stretched out her fingers and gently stroked the side of his face and a small area of his neck with a cool feeling.
"Even if you don't love me, you can't regret it." There was a smile on the corner of her mouth.
To this, Wayne's answer is
He held her waist, pushed her down on the sofa, and captured her soft lips.
"Well..." Under his strong offensive, Chrissy's breathing began to become difficult.
Wayne let go of her a little and looked at the girl in front of him.
"Do you love me?" he asked.
Chris closed her eyes and seemed unwilling to answer.
He bowed his head again.
Under him, Chris gasped.
For a long, long time, she covered his face and pushed him away a little with all her strength.
"I don't know," she said.
Wayne's eyes darkened.
Then, I heard Chris’s next words.
"I don't know... what constitutes love."
She let go and looked at Wayne's face.
"Before, I never even thought about what it would be like to fall in love with someone else in the future..."
Her tone was inexplicably sad.
"Sometimes when I see some sweet couples, as a single person, I feel more confusion than the so-called envy, jealousy, and hatred."
Wayne didn't speak, just lay down on his side and held her quietly.
"Can you really experience happiness in that kind of thing?"
She seemed to be asking Wayne, but also seemed to be asking herself.
Rather than "loving" this person, it is better to say that I am used to having him by my side.
So I felt that it would be good to continue living like this.
Wayne said, "You can feel it."
"Whenever I see you every day, my heart will be filled with joy."
"I want to talk to you, I want to hold your hands, I want to kiss you, I want to do more, more things like this... No amount of time is enough."
He gently touched her facial features that seemed to have no flaws.
Eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, and ears.
"Would you like to see me?"
Chris thought seriously for a while and said, "Sometimes."
"for example?"
"For example, I hope you hold an umbrella when it rains, I hope you bring soup when eating, and I hope you carry a bag when we go out to play..."
Wayne's face was full of black lines, "Okay."
This is simply because there is a need for such a person to exist!
Chris chuckled and said, "Why, are you angry?"
He said a muffled "Yeah".
"I'm sorry." She wrapped her arms around his neck, "I will try my best to love you more."
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