The puppets' stage play

"That's an interesting statement."

Angela put away her smile and stared here with a pair of warm eyes.

"In this way, no matter how much the late wife loved the foolish old man, she would probably feel disappointed when she saw such a 'ruthless' man, and would no longer care about his ending."

"Personally, I really like the ending."

She looked at the extinguished stars in the distance, but her eyes seemed to be lingering with light, shining brightly in the already silent night.

Qi Xiu looked at that young girl quietly, but a look of understanding gradually appeared in the depths of his eyes. At this moment, he suddenly understood part of the other person's truth.

"In the final analysis, we are not the people in the story, and we still have the power to choose now."

The calm and indifferent face looked here, and a trace of golden light appeared in the originally clear eyes.

"It's getting late, let's stop chatting here." The girl with a calm demeanor stopped talking, and then, a faint smile appeared on her face as she looked over.

"You might as well chat with me when you have time in the future. Just call that name."

The girl's lips curled up, and she looked away like clouds, like the wind, like a mountain layman lying down deep in the flowers, looking up at the blue sky, which gave people a chic look.

"......"

Qi Xiu narrowed his eyes and suppressed the waves in his heart.

He nodded rationally, turned and left without saying a word, while the girl's eyes were still pure, she just glanced at him and then looked away.

"..." Watching the figure go away, Fait's face showed no emotion. He turned his head and stared at the figure sitting alone not far away, with eyes in his eyes. A flash of complicated emotions flashed through.

A lingering sigh ran through my mind, like the last lament of a dying person.

The next second, he snuffed it out, don't think too much, he secretly warned himself in his heart.

"...I'm going back first." He whispered to the person next to him, but a slightly self-deprecating smile couldn't help but appear on his face. He lowered his eyes and walked at a slightly messy pace. leave.

"Oh." The sturdy figure responded in a low voice. He watched the figure leave, and a deep light flashed in his originally pure eyes.

He turned his head nonchalantly and looked at the figure, his face shrouded in the deep night.

After a while, he grinned, a rare clarity appearing in his eyes.

".........I wish you happiness."

After leaving a blessing, the honest-looking figure touched his face and walked in another direction.

The girl glanced at a certain place and then looked away. She already knew about the two people who had appeared there a long time ago. Although she originally had the idea of ​​communicating with the two people, it has faded now.

"Qi Xiu... did he realize that I was talking to him? Maybe, maybe not." She read the name, a smile appeared on her face, and a trace of light flashed in her golden pupils. Strange emotions.

"He is a smart and interesting guy, but he didn't catch my eye originally." She smiled, "Belusa, you really left me with a big trouble."

Angela, to be precise, Princess Belusa, she actually knew her original character very well.

Due to her birth and temperament, she was full of inferiority, thinking that she could not bear the burden of others, and fell into a state of panic for a time. However, even so, because of her position, she could only persevere.

It is obviously an illusory product, but it has to bear the responsibility of others.

Compared to 'Tia', who is the real owner of her body, Belusa's heart is filled with a sense of inferiority, and she believes that one day she will be deemed unworthy of virtue and will be abandoned, so she refuses to communicate with others.

However, the 'Princess' knew better that Belusa did not have such a heavy psychological burden at the beginning, and the reason for this situation... was the intrigues among the children in the villa back then.

In the end, Belusa, who had no ego and no wariness, was involved. In the process, she was "powerless" and ran around. In the end, she had to sit back and watch many children die, and then she completely closed herself.

"The same goes for Tia, don't throw away those boring memories." The princess sighed softly, feeling a rare anger towards that wayward guy.

Because of that memory, what the evil woman did to 'Belusa', and that weird coincidence, Belusa, who was 'rescued' by both of them, was instantly immersed in it.

The princess's expression was calm, and the memory of that scene resurfaced in her mind. She looked at the memory like an outsider, watching the boring person directing his anger towards the conscientious guy, and then, that guy came to help.

The picture suddenly froze, and her pupils opened slightly, as if she saw the figure that really existed here.

A man with a cold expression, a hint of displeasure in his eyes, a cold aura, and an aura that was no weaker than that of Leo and others at the same time.

He looked here coldly, as if he had seen something disturbing, his eyes full of coldness.

The princess smiled and even nodded.

"Hello, Qi Xiu."

The man raised his brows, and a flash of thought flashed in his eyes. Then, he nodded calmly, as if he had understood the scene here.

'Again, Angela, long time no see. '

In an instant, the man's face suddenly matured a bit, and even his eyes looking over here brought some nostalgia and kindness, he said softly.

The princess was startled. She didn't expect that the other party could really talk to her. She subconsciously reached out her hand, but the figure in front of her disappeared like a phantom.

"...In the end, it's a memory, but it's not a memory..." The princess retracted her hand, a look of contemplation on her face.

It was the first time she had touched such a vivid picture and that strange 'emotion'.

["Well, you don't need to pay too much attention to those things, they have nothing to do with you, just some residue that has long been used up."]

There seemed to be a voice in my heart that was telling me something. It was like being somewhere high up in the air, looking out from a mysterious place.

"...Is that so? It really has nothing to do with me." The princess shook her head and threw it away in an instant. She was not the kind of person who would be obsessed with personal emotions.

["Haha, as expected, I still think more highly of you than that child. What shall I call you in the future?"]

"Just Angela," the princess said calmly.

["It's true for now, but as a witch from now on, you must have your own name. This name does not belong to you."]

Listening to the voice of objection in her heart, the princess shook her head indifferently. Now that her doubts had been answered, she had no idea of ​​continuing the conversation.

Witch? She doesn't have that plan at the moment.

"No rush." ​​She said casually.

["No need to worry, I will always watch over you, my disciple."]

Perhaps sensing the thoughts in her heart, the voice drifted away after saying the last sentence, no longer ringing in her heart.