Chapter 18: The Prince and the Little Mermaid (18)

So, it's the plot.

Even if they intervene, they cannot forcibly change the plot significantly, so the situation has become the present one.

He didn't love her.

Sure enough, it wasn't.

The girl turned around a little hurriedly, paused, and then said to the humanity behind: "You can stay here, but you are not allowed to get out of bed and walk around." If you want to get out... Just sit in your wheelchair and let the maid push you out."

Anmuer micro startled, ice blue eyes across a sense of inexplicable meaning - why not let him walk? Ryan... Do you know anything?

But before asking the exit, the girl strode away, in a hurry, and even tripped over the threshold.

The boy pursed his lips slightly.

...

Time flies.

The wedding of the prince and the princess took place as scheduled.

Jessica asks the system again:

"He's not going to be a bubble, is he?"

The system sighed, "You've asked me that one thousand eight hundred times. It's the Lord God. How could it be foam? Put your heart back in your stomach."

"Your heart grows in your stomach."

"..."

On the eve of the wedding, Jessica climbs into bed and asks the system:

"Grown-ups don't come with knives, do they? It's a different story. What if he stabs me?"

The system says, "It's okay, just a little pain."

When the girl covered the quilt and lay quietly, her eyes were lined with the moonlight outside, but her heart was filled with a subtle sense of astringency.

If we do stab her, we can.

She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, the man casually threw her into a modern kindergarten, and at the end of the school day, all the children were picked up by their parents, and only she sat quietly in the corner, saying nothing.

The teacher asked, Where are your parents?

She didn't know how to answer.

Although it is a long time ago, the feeling of grievance and expectation at that time suddenly seemed to be the same as this mood now.

At that time, she hoped that the beautiful teenager could come like a god, casually pick up her schoolbag, and say: Oh, I am her parents.

And now, she wants someone who can say I love you, even if it costs her a knife.

She closed her eyes softly.

A barely audible sigh.

· Anmuer sat in silence with her knees folded.

Next to him was a dark dagger.

He remembered the earnest instructions of his sisters - they gave up the long hair they once loved the most, only to exchange it for this cursed dagger from the witch.

And his voice at night.

As long as Kill Ryan.

He can turn back into a mermaid, return to the sea, and live out his long life of hundreds of years.

Or, on the day of the loved one's wedding to someone else, it becomes a floating foam in the sea.

Which one to choose? Don't even think about it.

He gently picked up the dagger and walked toward the man's room, a faint smile on his beautiful face.

He pushed open the door.

The girl on the bed seems to be asleep, eyelashes on the eyes, sleeping face is very quiet.

He stood for a moment, then slowly walked over, sat down in a nearby chair, and rested his chin.

Just quietly watching her, frowning, turning over, sleeping again, until the wee hours of the morning.

The light is about to break through the night.

With a slight sigh, he stood up and walked slowly over to the girl, feeling the pain of his white feet touching the cold ground.

It was like being pierced by a knife. Just kill her. All the pain, it will end.