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—This is really something!
Siegfried cursed himself inwardly for meddling—why did he love watching the drama so much? Why couldn't he have just slacked off when he was working so hard? Why did he have to get involved in today's events, which have now become so unforgettable that he can't even delete or forget them?
Right now, I wish I could knock myself unconscious with a stick, causing me to suffer physical amnesia and completely lose all memories of today.
I don't want any information or secrets anymore. I've thrown aside any task, no matter how many. Now, my trembling brain is filled with nothing but pain.
Siegfried's fingers trembled as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket... Even alcohol probably couldn't dispel his current sorrow.
I'm starting to crave industrial alcohol.
Or ultra-high purity ethanol.
Nicotine was actually useless, especially based on the girl's next sentence—he even dropped the cigarette he had finally managed to pick up.
she says.
"You can't say that. While I don't mind memorizing this question, if I let you continue like this, the end result will only be that everyone is unhappy. If needed, I can give you a fart next time."
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Mistelin poked her flushed cheek with her fingertip, her eyes instantly curving into crescents. The silvery-white halo around the edge of her pupils spread with her smile, melting her feigned seriousness into a spring stream.
"snort--!"
Faced with Kiana, who knew nothing but still pouted in dissatisfaction, there was nothing he could do but lower his head and offer humble comfort, gently verifying with his fingertips in front of her face, tilting his head and blinking his left eye in a cute little act.
They look very similar.
Really similar.
It's very similar to the relationship between Cecilia and Kiana.
There was no sense of oppression typical of families; they were like good friends. Even though she was a mother, she still retained the charm of a young girl.
Just looking at it feels like being transported to that impossible future, and I can't help but imagine the scenes of the three of us living together in my memories. Back then, I would always shave properly before hugging Kiana, and I would try my best not to burn the pizzas too much in the kitchen.
but……
but……
—That's all in the past.
It is precisely because I am watching this scene, because I can hear that familiar voice, and because I am so clear that the beauty of the past is long gone.
Because how could the real Cecilia say such vulgar things to her own daughter and offer to help her push?
How could it be... how could it be that after taking a step forward in Jiangcheng, he immediately gave her a sweet kiss?
It was an open and undisguised kiss in front of everyone; she wrapped her arms around the boy's waist and kissed him passionately and deeply.
The boy had clearly only come out to smooth things over, but before he could utter a single word, he was immediately grabbed and forcibly kissed.
Siegfried's eyes widened in fury, his face turning as red as if it were cooked meat, and it seemed as if scalding steam was about to rise from his eyes and ears.
Even if it wasn't Cecilia, Misterin had the exact same appearance as Cecilia. No matter how much she told herself deep down that it wasn't her, it wasn't her—when she saw Misterin in close contact with others, she always felt that her hair was heavy and green, especially when she was with Kiana surrounding Jiangcheng, it looked like...like...
"Ugh, how could you be so selfish!" Kiana exclaimed, and hugged him back—
Although doubts kept swirling in her mind, it was clear that Jiangcheng was more important to the girl.
For the young man—who had just begun to think of resolving the situation, the cool fragrance of blue roses suddenly sealed off all escape routes. As Mistelin's fingertips, tinged with a milky white sheen, touched her waist, an overwhelming sweet scent engulfed her breath—blue highlights glimpsed through her cascading silver-white hair, and the gentleness in her smoky purple eyes seemed to vanish in an instant, or rather, reveal her true nature: an inhuman level of dominance.
Before she could even adjust to all of this, Kiana suddenly grabbed her neck from behind, her youthful energy and snow-white hair savagely squeezing between her and Mistelin—her chest heaving violently beneath the fabric pressed against her back, burning like a kitten asserting its dominance.
"Is it really necessary to be in such a hurry? You really don't need to do this just because you're afraid of being left behind."
Mistelin's silver-white hair, with its flowing ice-blue highlights, was disheveled by Kiana's collision, but the soft light in her eyes remained calm.
Like a fisherman sitting calmly on his fishing platform, he still gazed at the girl who was bristling like a cat with gentle eyes, even at this moment.
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At this moment, there is only one bystander who is not involved, only one person watching the intimate scene between the three people in front of him.
Siegfried felt he would rather be dead.
Theoretically, he even needed to hold his breath to avoid disturbing Kiana, because Kiana really liked Jiang Cheng.
No matter what, she is his daughter, the daughter he has lived with for a long time. Even if he can't help her, he shouldn't cause trouble.
--impossible.
Can't do it.
Don't assume that fathers are inherently at odds with sons-in-law or the wild boars that steal their cabbages; they're seen as opposites. Just seeing Kiana's jealousy directed at a woman who looks exactly like Josecilia is enough for Siegfried to stop it, to interrupt it, no matter what.
No matter how hard he tries, he can't possibly tolerate this. If he could, he would be more suited to be a green-haired turtle than a warrior.
However, he had only just raised his hand when he saw Mistelin gently part her lips, raise her head, and lightly lick the corner of her lips with her rosy tongue, savoring the half-hanging silver strands along with them.
"Please don't interfere in this matter, Mr. Siegfried."
She was still savoring the memory.
The girl, however, seemed to have a premonition and issued a warning.
"No matter the reason, you left Kiana's side without a word, leaving her to wander alone for so long and be lonely for so long. You have no right to talk about Kiana's choices. My existence from birth to now has nothing to do with you. Even if we consider fate, you have already lost your position as the head of the Kaslana family."
Mistelin gently raised her eyebrows, her delicate, silvery-white eyelashes trembling and breaking the twilight outside, her gentle tone tilting her head as if questioning.
"What is your current status, and on what basis do you intend to interfere with us?"
"I……"
"My respect for you is limited to Kiana, because I am also one of the people who know the truth. I understand your feelings, but that doesn't mean..."
The silver-white girl clasped her hands together, then suddenly stopped at the last sentence, turning her head to look at the boy who had just recovered from the forceful kiss—in the blink of an eye, Jiang Cheng, who had understood, or rather, had been physically imprinted with information, picked up on the deliberately drawn-out echo.
“I can stand in Kiana’s shoes and so easily accept your choice of such a crude method, even if you are just dangling a carrot in front of her, even if you find a reason to make Kiana believe that she has not been abandoned, even if you choose to send Kiana to someone else’s home to be fostered, even if… even if… even if you just find someone to take care of Kiana.”
What do you know? — There's no way you could ever say something like that.
Just by looking into those cherry-colored eyes, one can clearly realize that he truly understands a lot and knows the reasons behind it.
He couldn't even bring himself to accuse someone of talking without understanding the situation, because according to him, he actually killed Otto physically and even became the Bishop of Destiny.
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Only when the girl stopped guiding Siegfried, who was now speechless, did she stop.
— Guiding the discussion.
The most intense way to depict conflict is to remember it most vividly. Just as the ripples created by dropping a pebble into a pond are so small that no one would remember them, the explosion of a Tsar Bomba will inevitably be imprinted on one's mind and never be forgotten, whether one wants to remember it or not.
This was enough for the boy to realize that Misterin only loved one person, and even if she had some memories and knew some things from the past, it did not mean that her existence interfered with any of the sources of those memories.
It doesn't matter if it's unnecessary.
Human beings are just like that.
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Chapter 145 Kiana Loses Her Father Once Again
The essence of confessing your love is hoping for a response, even if it's just one-sided proof. As long as the other person isn't an absolute bottomless abyss, an empty void that no amount of love can fill, then even a cold wall will hear an echo—even if that echo is just a fragment of your own love.
The only one who will be hurt, the only one who will have a problem, is Siegfried, who is just Siegfried.
It seems somewhat heartless.
But essentially, it's the same as what I said before—
Without participating in Kiana's growth, one has no right to arbitrarily interfere. Even if they share the same appearance, it doesn't mean Siegfried has the right to intrude on his love.
The fact that she likes Jiang Cheng can never be changed. This love is something that can never be taken away. From the beginning, there will only be one master. Even if Jiang Cheng has problems, she will only choose to follow him through transcription/suicide.
If that's the case, why care about others?
To care about a complete stranger you've never met before.
It was precisely because of this mindset, and because of this learned selfishness, that after the duet, and after Siegfried fell silent, Mistelline immediately looked at the boy with an intensely burning gaze, conveying everything through her eyes, as if she wanted to pour out and give him everything in her heart.
"These are truly the truths I'm telling you."
"Although it might seem a bit inexplicable."
“But the Mistelin and Cecilia before you have nothing to do with the past, or even with the future you see. They are completely changed by you.”
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At this moment, right now.
The girl was paying the price for the suffering of others, (II) Mio's father. Wu Lingjiusan6 Jiu completed the second part of her confession to the boy.
I wonder if Yae Sakura or Raiden Mei will prepare any follow-up, or if their confessions will be divided into several parts—in any case, they are just gazing at the boy like this.
Like a dream, the eyes, reflecting the natural blue and purple hues mixed into the painted canvas and stirred to create a wondrous gradient, now revealed a pale face flushed with a hazy, rosy blush, as if scorched by the blazing sun, and delicate, velvety eyelashes that were slightly lowered.
The sunlight was just right, and a corner of the wind was blown up. The sunlight that had once awakened the girl from her sleep pierced into this place, coming from behind her. It seemed to be tracing the lines of her body, drawing soft light along her skin.
The seemingly superior, inhuman rational form in the story appears so pure and captivating under the current sunlight.
It's like a childhood sweetheart who's been inseparable since they were little, and doesn't even consider the other person as a member of the opposite sex, but one day suddenly changes their clothes.
Actually, she hadn't changed much, except that her hair was a little longer, her lips were a little rosier, her eyes were a little clearer, and she was wearing a white dress.
But from that day on, no matter what, I could no longer treat my childhood sweetheart the same way as before.
I'll overthink, I'll look around... and then I'll accidentally meet the other person's gaze, and then I'll feel shy and try to avoid them.
Whether it's indifference or gentleness, or the seemingly erudite but actually practical person who has almost no common sense, this seemingly older sister is actually a newborn. These are all summaries based on preconceived notions, evaluations of the past, the future, and the past that have interfered with her.
Ridiculous and useless.
This is the best evaluation of "Qi Lin's house-breaking and the group chat".
While it may seem excessive and extreme, it still has some value. However, it would be foolish to make such a decision, even if one had previously believed that Kiana and Mei would definitely become good friends.
In fact, the two of them started vying for her attention, becoming jealous and engaging in a minor power struggle.
The same is true today.
The color in those eyes is the same now.
"By doing it this way, you should be able to realize this more clearly. Although it's a bit redundant, but... that's just human nature."
"Useless, incompetent... but also rich, delicate, and full of seemingly contradictory emotions, always liking to deliberately take the long way around."
Beneath the faint, playful tone lies a deep seriousness. The childlike mischief is perhaps a way to lighten the mood.
Will not.
How could we repeat the same mistake?
I will never judge others based on preconceived notions again.
Because he had already made a mistake, and because of this thought, he had done something wrong, not only forcing Mei, but also hurting Kiana to a greater extent.
Even the damage suffered by Raiden Mei was far less than that suffered by Kiana, because the Raiden Queen was by no means a cook who wouldn't fight for food.
--leave.
For Kiana, this was the most tragic and direct method—the most cruel of all possibilities.
If he hadn't left without saying a word, disappearing without a trace like Siegfried.
If you had a proper talk with her, and explained why she insisted on leaving, what would have been better?
If we hadn't had that romantic roller coaster ride together, if I hadn't been able to hold Jiang Cheng in my arms, it would have been an illusion that we could live together forever, a warm and loving daily life that would never end.