Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 233: Volame’s chest hurts
Xinyue City, in the guest room of the City Lord's Mansion.

Volame struggled to wake up from a nightmare.

Dreams are a continuation of reality, and her dream was exactly what happened during the day, except that Lord and others were missing, and there were more lights of broken barriers and distorted images of monsters attacking the city.

This was also what she feared the most, but fortunately, Teacher Lord was there.

Her throat was dry and sore, so she got up on tiptoe, glanced at Fulilian who seemed to be sleeping soundly on the bed next to her, gently opened the door, and wanted to go downstairs to get some water to drink.

The lights in the corridor were off, but fortunately the moon was bright tonight, illuminating the corridor.

Rubbing my aching head, I was about to walk towards the stairs when I vaguely heard the sound of conversation coming from the distant terrace.

One of the voices was cold, yet soft and tender. Was it Teacher Celia? The other one must be Teacher Lord.

It’s so late, what are the two teachers still doing on the terrace?
An inexplicable curiosity seized her.

Volame subconsciously slowed down his steps, slowly approached, hid himself in the shadow cast by the columns, and watched with bated breath.

The moonlight clearly illuminated the scene on the terrace.

Teacher Celiai was wearing a simple white robe. Her posture was not as straight as usual, but rather a little lazy. There were several wine bottles lying around her feet.

Teacher Lord was standing next to her, very close, and was saying something with his head down.

The atmosphere between the two was the same as in the cabin in the woods.
There was an indescribable closeness and tacit understanding, which Volame had seen many times before.

But if it were just that, she wouldn't think it was a big deal. But for some reason, her heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable premonition made her feel uneasy.

Then she saw Teacher Celia suddenly stand up, and then an accident happened.

The drunkenness made the elf lady lose her balance and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.

Lord immediately reached out his hand.

Teacher Lord should be able to catch it, right?

Volame thought to himself.

With Mr. Lord's ability, catching Mr. Celia should be an easy task.

However, the next scene was not what she had expected.

For some reason, Mr. Lord's movements seemed to be a moment slower, which shouldn't have happened, but it was this moment of slowness that led to a different ending.

Their figures overlapped, and they both fell to the ground.

What made Volame's pupils shrink even more was that their lips were actually pressed tightly together!
The moonlight mercilessly magnified every detail, and Volame saw it very clearly.

boom--!
She felt her mind go blank, and then a bone-chilling chill appeared out of nowhere and spread throughout her body.

She covered her mouth tightly to prevent the scream from escaping.

His body fell backward uncontrollably, then hit the wall heavily, and he slowly slid down, completely shrinking himself into the shadows.

Why...does my chest hurt so much?
The pain was so severe that I felt like I couldn't breathe.

She opened her mouth and gasped for breath like a fish out of water, but she couldn't feel a breath of air, only the severe pain that almost tore her apart.

She originally thought that she had a chance.

Yes, she had already seen clearly into her own heart.

She likes Lorde.

His wisdom, his strength, her occasional teasing, and her gentleness towards her... all were like the sweetest poison, causing her to fall hopelessly into it. She tried so hard to become stronger not only to live up to his expectations, but also because she longed to one day truly stand shoulder to shoulder with him, to become an indispensable part of his life, like Teacher Celie, or even more.

She even harbored a glimmer of hope: since elves have extremely long lives and therefore weak emotions, could her human emotions...

But the scene before her under the moonlight shattered all her hopes.

Millennia.

There is a thousand years of time between them.

Those were long years that she could never reach in her entire life.

Compared to this thousand-year bond, the few short years of companionship I have had seem as insignificant as a speck of dust and as ridiculous as a dream that overestimates one's own capabilities.

It turns out that her position was already determined from the very beginning.

Just a student.

Never, never, never could she truly reach the being she longed for.

Tears burst out like a dam breaking, blurring everything and covering up all of Volame's perception of the outside world.

It was unknown how long it took, until the sound from the terrace completely disappeared, and then Volame stood up dejectedly and returned to his room.

In the guest room.

Fulilian actually woke up when Volame got up.

She watched Volame walk in in a daze, his face very pale, his eyes very red, and an indescribable sadness surrounding him.

"Volamei?" Flillian called softly, sitting up, her eyes filled with pure confusion and instinctive concern. "Are you having a nightmare? Why do you look like you're about to...break down?"

She couldn't find a more appropriate word to describe Volame's current state.

Volame raised his head and looked at Fulilian, the bitterness in his heart almost drowning him.

She shook her head. "Nothing. It's just that I seem to have fallen in love with someone I shouldn't like, and I have to face an opponent I'm destined to be unable to defeat. There's no chance of winning..."

Fulilian became even more confused, and her pointed ears twitched slightly.

Like? Rival? Battle?

She could not understand the meaning of Volame's words, nor could she understand the complex emotional entanglements of these humans.

In her simple understanding, if you like someone, you should get close to them, and if you don’t like someone, you should stay away from them. Why shouldn’t that be right?

Why is it so painful if we can’t win?
If you're fighting, shouldn't you retreat if you know you can't win?
As an elf whose emotions were almost the same as Celia's a thousand years ago, Fulilian was completely unable to empathize with Volame's feelings at the moment.

But she could clearly feel the sadness emanating from Volame.

She frowned hard, trying to comfort the other person in her own way, and spoke awkwardly:
"Is it because the opponent is too powerful that I can't defeat them? Just like Lord Lord and Lady Celia?" She paused, thinking hard. "But, no matter how powerful a being is, there are things they can't do, right?"

Frillian's meaning was very simple. Even beings as strong as Lord and Celie have things they cannot do, so it doesn't matter if they can't beat them. It's not a big problem.

"Flillian, you don't understand. This is a unique human emotion."

"Well, I really don't understand. For elves, these so-called human emotions are indeed difficult to understand. Sometimes, in front of an elf, let alone the other party desperately hinting at it, even if the other party directly explains it, the incomprehensible feelings will still be incomprehensible. In the end, it will only be rejected, right?"

Fulilian seemed to be comforting Volame, and also seemed to be making a rational statement about the characteristics of her own race.

But these words, heard by the extremely sensitive Volame, instantly illuminated a certain direction for her!
(End of this chapter)