Chris's weak questioning voice was full of hesitation. ...Why are we back to this problem again? Wayne didn't know how to answer for a moment.
After a moment of silence, he finally just pulled her into his arms helplessly.
"Do not think too much."
"Is it really just random thoughts?" Chris asked as if talking to herself.
"——Absolutely." Wayne replied firmly. I don't know if she was comforted, but she didn't continue to say anything.
The silver moonlight overflowed dimly in the room. At this time, here. There are only two hearts full of restlessness, quietly relying on each other.
After a while, Chrissy's breathing calmed down. She fell asleep. Even what I originally wanted to say to myself, except for these few questions, it seemed that nothing was said.
Wayne slowly pulled the blanket away a little, revealing her face that was almost shrinking under the pillow.
As beautiful as ever, intoxicating. When she wasn't messing around, she looked particularly well-behaved and weak.
As long as he is by her side and looks at her quietly, it is as if he can forget the passage of time.
However, her expression was not very happy, as if she had dreamed of something unhappy. Those delicate eyebrows were also slightly frowned.
Wayne reached out his hand, touched her carefully, and smoothed her eyebrows. This girl, who was sleeping and knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world, was originally a girl who could be happy.
Do you really have to take away this happiness by yourself? Doesn't it matter if she resents her in the future? o(m) It doesn’t matter if you hurt yourself in this world... maybe it’s your only relative?
There is no answer. No - the answer is obviously there, it's just that I don't want to see it. He let out a deep breath and carefully took her hand away from him.
Then, he took her back to her room.
"Good night, Miss Chrissy." Wayne whispered. He kissed her gently on the forehead, as he was accustomed to do before.
However, as soon as the hand holding her was released, Chris subconsciously curled up tightly and turned her head to one side.
He was stunned as he leaned against the bed. ...It is said that sleeping in this position is a typical sign of lack of security.
He stood up silently and looked at her profile. He stood blankly in the room for a while before leaving.
"My daughter doesn't know how to love others yet." What Duke Elliot once said came to mind again.
"Do you really like me?" Chris's expression of disappointment appeared in front of her. ——Do I really like her?
Of course I like it. All the heartbeats, all the tenderness, all the joy, are all real... He returned to his room and locked the door again.
But at this time, he was no longer in the mood to carry out his original plan for a private meeting. He used Echo's body to summon a black dove that was condensed with magic power.
He wrote a few words on the table and stuffed the note into the pigeon's mouth. The windows were not closed. On a clear night, the moon is very bright.
He thought for a while and threw the pigeon outside. The pigeon soon fluttered its wings and flew away covertly.
"Alas..." He sighed and lay back on the bed. The body also automatically released the transformation state and restored Wayne's appearance.
I don't know if it was because I was too mentally exhausted. The moment I touched the pillow, sleepiness came over me like a tide.
Wayne soon fell asleep. In the center of an extremely empty flat land, countless wooden boxes half as tall as a man were stacked irregularly.
Every wooden box looks exactly the same. They were built up layer after layer, forming a huge square pillar with a rugged appearance. The boxes were intertwined and towered straight into the clouds with no end in sight.
Chrissy, on the other hand, was sitting on a lonely box scattered nearby, staring at the white clouds in the sky with her head raised.
As if she noticed someone approaching, she turned around and saw Wayne's slightly confused expression.
"Chris? What are you doing here?" Wayne walked over and asked. For some reason, he didn't think there was anything strange about these boxes being stacked like this.
It seems like this is how it should be. Hearing his question, Chrissy, who was sitting on the box, shook her legs in the air and smiled playfully.
"I'm waiting... when will this sky fall." Wayne also raised his head and looked at the top of the [Box Pillar].
The wooden boxes are stacked one on top of another, and the higher the place, the more serious the loss of color, until they disappear behind the white sky and blend into one with the pale clouds that block everything.
He stood beneath them and stared at the boxes. The overwhelming sense of pressure on the sight makes one almost think that they are shaking back and forth and may capsize at any time.
But that's not what she said
"box", but
"Sky"?
"How could the sky fall!" Wayne laughed.
"Isn't it an object?" He tried hard to adjust the atmosphere around him that was becoming increasingly strange.
"Yes." Chrissy said meaningfully,
"Anything with weight, as long as the pillar carrying it collapses, then-"
"It will fall off." Just as Wayne frowned and thought about what she meant when she said these words.
Chris suddenly asked again: "Wayne, do you really like me?" Wayne raised his head and saw her clear eyes as usual.
...Why did she ask me such a question even in my dream? Yes. Such an absurd and natural development was, of course, in a dream.
Therefore, Wayne did not panic too much.
"It's true," he said with absolute certainty.
"There's no need to doubt this." Chris in front of her burst into laughter. She seemed to think she heard something interesting, and it took a long time to calm down her wanton laughter.
"...Please, please be a little skeptical when you have time." She advised. Wayne just looked at her in confusion.
The Chris in this dream was completely different from the one in her memory.
"What's the meaning?"
"That's the literal meaning..." She raised the corners of her mouth.
"Do you really like Chris?"
"How could I not really like it?" Wayne was a little annoyed when she kept asking him this question back and forth.
"I will be very happy whenever I see you, my heart will beat wildly when I am in close contact with you, and I look forward to being with you every minute and every second... How could it not be such a reaction? Like?!" He strode forward.
Although Chris was sitting on a wooden box that was half a person's height, she was always a little shorter than Wayne because of her delicate body.
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