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"you!"

Realizing she had been deceived, Chris was both ashamed and angry. "I will never believe you!"

"Hey, keep your voice down!"

Wayne was still a little flustered. He didn't have any magic to block out sound, and if the parents heard him, he wouldn't be able to clear his name even if he jumped into the river.

Chris hid under the covers, somewhat disheveled, wiping away the tears that had suddenly welled up uncontrollably.

"I've already... fallen for you, so why do you keep telling me to like someone else?"

She murmured, feeling both wronged and heartbroken.

Wayne was at a loss for words and could only apologize, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really just wanted to lighten the mood..."

I will never say anything carelessly in front of Chris again.

"Do you even like me that much at all...?"

Chapter 246 How could it not be liking?

Chris's weak question was filled with hesitation.

...How did we end up back at this question again?

For a moment, Wayne didn't know how to answer.

After a moment of silence, he could only helplessly pull her into his arms.

"Don't overthink it."

"Is it really just overthinking?" Chris asked herself.

"—Absolutely."

Wayne answered with certainty.

Perhaps because she had been calmed down, she didn't say anything more.

The silvery moonlight dimly filled the room.

At this time, in this place.

Only two restless hearts quietly leaned on each other.

After a short while, Chris's breathing became steady.

She fell asleep.

Even the words I originally wanted to say to myself, apart from these few questions, seemed to have been left unsaid.

Wayne slowly pulled the blanket back a little, revealing her face, which was almost tucked under the pillow.

Her beauty remains as captivating as ever.

When she wasn't being mischievous, she looked exceptionally well-behaved and delicate.

Just being by her side, quietly gazing at her, makes it seem as if time itself passes by.

However, her expression was not very pleasant, as if she had dreamt of something unpleasant.

Her delicate eyebrows were also slightly furrowed.

Wayne reached out and carefully touched and smoothed the area between her brows.

This girl, currently fast asleep and completely unaware of everything happening in the outside world, was originally a—

A girl who can find happiness.

Is this happiness really something I have to take away from myself?

Even if she resents me in the future, is it okay?

Is it okay to hurt yourself in this world... even if it's your only family member?

There is no answer.

Do not--

The answer is right there, but I just don't want to see it.

He let out a sigh of frustration and carefully removed her hands from his embrace.

Then, they carried her back to her own room.

Good night, Miss Chris.

Wayne said in a low voice.

As he always did, he gently placed a kiss on her forehead.

However, as soon as the hands that were holding her loosened, Chris instinctively curled up tightly and turned her head to one side.

He paused, leaning against the bed.

...It is said that this sleeping position is a typical sign of a lack of security.

He silently stood up and looked at her profile.

He stood there blankly in the room for a while before leaving.

"My daughter doesn't yet know how to love others."

The words of the Duke of Elliott echoed in my ears.

Do you really like me?

Chris's undisguised disappointment also came into view.

Do I really like her?

Of course I like it.

All the heart-fluttering moments, all the tenderness, all the joy—they were all real…

He returned to his room and locked the door again.

But at this point, he was no longer in the mood to carry out his original plan for a secret rendezvous.

He casually summoned a jet-black pigeon formed from magic using Echo's body.

He then scribbled a few more lines on the table and stuffed the note into the pigeon's beak.

The window was not closed.

On a clear night, the moonlight was exceptionally bright.

He thought about it for a moment, then threw the pigeon outside.

The pigeon quickly flapped its wings and flew away stealthily.

"Ugh……"

He sighed deeply and lay back down on the bed.

His body automatically deactivated the transformation and reverted to Wayne's appearance.

I don't know if it was because I was too mentally exhausted, but the moment I touched the pillow, sleepiness came over me like a tide.

Wayne quickly drifted off to sleep.

In the center of an extremely open flat area, countless wooden crates, each about half a person's height, were stacked irregularly.

Every single wooden crate looked exactly the same.

They were stacked layer upon layer, together forming a huge, rugged square pillar, with the boxes interlocking and soaring straight into the clouds, with no end in sight.

Chris sat on a lone box lying nearby, tilting her head back and staring at the white clouds in the sky.

Seemingly noticing someone approaching, she turned around and saw Wayne's slightly bewildered expression.

"Chris? What are you doing here?"

Wayne walked over and asked.

For some reason, he didn't find anything strange about these boxes being stacked like that.

It was as if all of this was how it was supposed to be.

Hearing his question, Chris, who was sitting on the box, swung her dangling legs and smiled mischievously.

"I'm waiting... for this sky to fall down."

Wayne also raised his head and gazed at the top of the [Pillar of the Box].

The wooden crates were stacked layer upon layer, and the higher they went, the more their color faded, until they disappeared behind the white sky and blended into the pale clouds that blocked everything.

He stood beneath them, gazing at the boxes.

The overwhelming sense of oppression in the visual field makes one almost feel that they are swaying back and forth, and may collapse at any moment.

But she wasn't talking about "boxes," she was talking about "sky."

“How could the sky possibly fall down!” Wayne laughed. “It’s not an object, you know.”

He tried his best to adjust the increasingly strange atmosphere around him.

"Will do."

Chris said meaningfully, "Anything with weight, once the pillar supporting it collapses, then—"

"It will fall down."

Just as Wayne frowned and pondered what she meant by those words.

Chris suddenly spoke again and asked:

"Wayne, do you really like me?"

Wayne looked up and saw her eyes, as clear as ever.

Why do I have to be asked this kind of question even in my dreams?

Yes.

Such an absurd yet natural development, of course, only exists in dreams.

Therefore, Wayne was not too panicked.

"it is true."

He said with absolute certainty, "There is no doubt about that."

Chris, however, burst out laughing.

She seemed to find something amusing, and it took her a long time to stop her unrestrained laughter.

"...Please, when you have time, please have a little bit of doubt," she advised.

Wayne just looked at her, puzzled.

The Chris in this dream is completely different from the one in my memory.

"What do you mean?"

“It means exactly what it says…” She curled the corners of her lips. “Do you really like Chris?”

"How could it not be true love!"

Wayne was getting annoyed by her constantly asking him the same question.

"I get so happy whenever I see you, my heart races when I'm close to you, and I long to be with you every single second... How could such a reaction not be love?!"

He strode forward.

Although Chris was sitting on a wooden box that was half her height, she was still a little shorter than Wayne, despite her petite stature.

Chapter 247 Heart Fluttering? Is it like this?

He stared intently at her expression, trying to discern something from her face.

However, her every smile and frown was flawless, exactly the same as in reality.

Is this a concrete image based on one's subconscious anxieties?