So, it's because of the plot.
Even if you intervene, you cannot forcibly change the plot significantly, so it has become the current situation.
It's not because he loves her.
Sure enough not.
The girl turned around hastily, paused, and then said to the people behind her: "You can stay here, but you are not allowed to get out of bed. If you want to go out... you can sit in a wheelchair and let the maid push you out."
An Moer was slightly stunned, and an inexplicable meaning flashed across his icy blue pupils—why didn't he let him move? Lane... know something
But before she could ask, the girl strode away, looking hastily, and even tripped over the threshold.
The young man pursed his lips slightly.
…
Time flies.
The wedding of the prince and princess also took place as scheduled.
Yu Chu asked the system again:
"He's not going to be a bubble, is he?"
The system sighed: "You've already asked me a thousand and eight hundred times. That's Lord God, how could it turn into a bubble? Put your heart back in your stomach."
"Your heart grows in your belly."
"..."
On the eve of the wedding, Yu Chu climbed into bed and asked the system:
"My lord won't come with a knife? The plot is different, what if he stabs me?"
The system said, "It's okay, just a little pain."
"... Alas." Yu Chu sighed.
When the girl covered the quilt and lay quietly, her brows and eyes were calmed by the moonlight outside, but there was a subtle astringency in her heart.
If you really come to poke her, it's okay.
She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, that person randomly threw her into a kindergarten in a modern plane. When school was over, all the children were picked up by their parents, and she was the only one who sat quietly in the corner without saying a word.
The teacher asked, what about your parents
She didn't know how to answer.
Although it was a long time ago, the mood of grievance and anticipation at that time suddenly seemed to be exactly the same as the mood now.
At that time, she wished that the beautiful boy would come down like a god, casually picked up her schoolbag, and said: Oh, I am her parent.
But now, she hopes that that person can say "I love you", even if the price is to stab him with a knife.
…
She closed her eyes gently.
A barely audible sigh.
·
An Moer sat silently with her knees crossed.
Beside him was a pitch-black dagger.
He remembered the ardent instructions of his sisters—they gave up their long hair, which they once cherished most, in exchange for this cursed dagger from the witch.
and his voice all night.
if only…
Kill Lane.
He can turn back into a mermaid, return to the sea, and live out his long life span of hundreds of years.
Or, on the day a loved one marries someone else, it turns into foam floating in the sea.
Which one to choose? Don't even think about it.
He gently picked up the dagger and walked towards the man's room, with a faint smile on his beautiful face.
He pushed open the door.
The girl on the bed seemed to be sleeping soundly, her eyelashes resting on her eyes, her sleeping face was very peaceful.
He stood for a while, then slowly walked over, sat down on the chair next to him, and raised his chin.
Just looking at her quietly like that, watching her frown, turn over, and sleep soundly again until the early morning.
The light is about to break through the night.
He sighed slightly, finally stood up, and walked slowly in front of the girl, feeling the pain caused by the soles of his white feet touching the cold ground.
As if pierced by a knife.
—Just kill her.
All pain will end.