The little girl in the painting always thought that her friendship with Axue was pure and sincere, but now it seems that this is not the case.
The little girl in the painting recalled Axue's care and concern for her in the past, and her kindness and tolerance towards her. Although she had always despised him and said no stubbornly, she actually really liked Axue in her heart, otherwise she would not have defended Yang Kun so much when she heard him say that he wanted to kill the snow elf to get the inner elixir.
But what if everything that moved her was originally just a joke, just something she thought was sincere
What if all this was fake? What should she do
Axue looked down and saw the seriousness on the little girl's face in the painting, and was suddenly stunned.
Although he seemed indifferent to everything, for the girl in the painting, everything about her caught his attention, so it didn't take long for Axue to guess what she meant.
"You are different from her."
Axue reached her hand into the portrait, then lifted her foot and entered the portrait completely.
Axue held the little girl in front of him in his arms, then touched her hair and said: "You are you, she is her, I know very well that you are not the same person, so I never treat you as one person."
"But, I look so much like her, how could you not think of me as her? In fact, in your heart, I am her, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so nice to me, as to a painting? How is that possible?"
"No, you are really different from her. For example, you are always lively, confused, and eccentric, causing trouble everywhere. Do you think I don't know? You always deliberately scare those people and small animals who accidentally break in. How can you be the same as her? She is passionate, dignified and elegant. She is a very ladylike person, completely different from you, so how can I mistake you for her?"
"As for being nice to you, of course it's because I like you. You're so confused and cute, and I fell in love with you at first sight, so how could I not be nice to you?"
The little girl held Ah Xue's clothes tightly and said in a muffled voice: "But I am just a painting, without even a body or soul, only a painting with a consciousness. I can't even go out and have a body, and I can't go with you somewhere else. Will you still be nice to me like this?"
"Don't worry, I will find a way to let you have a body. Even if you don't have a soul, having consciousness is the same as having a soul. In these ten thousand years, I have only met you, the only one I like. No matter what, I will not give up on you."
"Then, let's make a pinky promise. You must be my good friend for life, otherwise I will ignore you, understand?"
The little girl left Ashe's arms, then stretched out her hand and looked at him.
Ah Xue smiled bitterly, reached out and held the little girl's hand, then looked at her seriously and said, "I'm not talking about friendship, I'm talking about love, so I won't be friends with you forever."
"Love in the sense of love?" The little girl was a little confused.
Axue sighed helplessly and rubbed the little girl's hair.
"I will find a way to make you grow up. When you grow up, you will understand what kind of like I am talking about."
"All right."
The little girl nodded in frustration, but she was particularly happy when she thought that Axue was nice to her not because she saw her as a substitute for Ahuo.