"Lover? Why?"
Miss Windsor asked, instead of blushing, she held her heart, and anger appeared on her face. It wasn't that he was angry that Jenkins didn't agree, but that he was angry with Queen Windsor.
"Because I want you to be happy."
This time, Queen Windsor did not understand the mood of her other self. After all, she had never fallen in love with someone with a strange personality like Jenkins.
"I don't need others to fight for my happiness! Do I need to be pitied by others?"
Unable to suppress the sudden surge of anger, Miss Windsor suddenly yelled loudly, startling the other three. She also realized the rudeness of doing so, and said sorry in a low voice.
"I am not someone else, I am you."
Queen Windsor said softly, as if she was talking to a little girl from a relative's family who was having a temper.
Miss Windsor looked up at her:
"So I am pitying myself?"
Her face was flushed, it was definitely not shyness, but anger.
"This is not pity..."
Queen Windsor didn't finish her words, this time it was Miss Windsor who interrupted on her own initiative:
"Sorry, I'm going to touch up my makeup."
With that said, he stood up and walked towards the bathroom on the first floor. Jenkins never changes the location of her bathroom, so she can't go wrong.
Jenkins sat there without moving, not catching up:
"you do this delibrately."
he said to Queen Windsor.
"I made her angry, are you distressed?"
She played with the ends of her hair with her right hand on the side of her face, and looked at Jenkins.
"That's my friend."
"Your friend doesn't seem to see her own heart clearly."
"That doesn't need you, this matter has nothing to do with you."
"Jenkins, you're pretty bad at dealing with relationships. You treat your relationships with women like a child."
She made the exact same judgment as most of the girls who were close to Jenkins.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"I want everyone to be happy."
There was a sarcastic smile on Jenkins' face, while Queen Windsor looked at her with a chuckle, and Miss Magic held a teacup in silence. She thought that she just had to watch, and this matter had nothing to do with her.
Miss Windsor on the other side has already broken into the bathroom, she locked the door behind her back, leaning on the sink with her right hand, covering her chest with her left hand and looking into the mirror.
The face of herself in the mirror was so ferocious and terrifying. Miss Windsor herself knew that something was wrong with her at the moment, but the sudden outburst of emotions just now made her feel a lot more comfortable for no reason.
"I'm not like that, lover... I'm not happy about it."
She gritted her teeth and said this to herself in the mirror. She knew how crazy it was to do so, but at this moment, the only way to make her feel better was to do so:
"Jenkins..."
She groaned in her mouth, recalling everything she encountered in the treacherous world today, thinking of Queen Isabella's "betrayal", thinking of herself in different situations, and thinking of Jenkins' damned "cowardice".
"I don't need anyone's mercy."
She stared at herself in the mirror, her hair was a little messy, and her face was very strange. Jessica Windsor had never seen herself so embarrassed:
"Even I, I can't pity myself."
She looked at herself in the mirror, as if looking at an enemy who had to be killed. Jessica Windsor in the mirror sighed:
"Little fool."
said the man in the mirror.
"Oh shit, I'm finally going crazy."
Miss Windsor covered her face, closed her eyes and gasped for breath, then turned on the faucet, held the cold water, and covered her face again. After a long time, she finally raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. This was even more embarrassing than before. The water not only soaked her face, but even messed up the hair on her forehead:
"I don't need pity, I will get what I want."
She stared at herself and said, but shook her head violently:
"I want to get it, but I will never do something bad... no... I'm different from her..."
"Little fool."
Windsor in the mirror said again.
"Shut up!"
Miss Windsor glared at herself in the mirror, and the lady in the mirror folded her hands in front of her chest. Although she also looked embarrassed with wet hair on her cheeks, it was definitely not the crazy look outside the mirror:
"Why shut up? You are stupid. You have the best path, but you still don't know what you should grasp."
"I said, shut up! Damn, what do you know?"
Miss Windsor clenched her fists tightly.
"No, I understand, I am you, you are me, right? Little fool, you should take the initiative to grab what you want instead of yelling at me here."
"What do you know? You think I don't want to do this?"
Miss Windsor's voice was no longer so sharp, but rather low, as if speaking with the breath of her lungs. Her expression gradually calmed down, but under that calmness, there was a terrifying and gloomy look that no one had ever seen on her face.
"You're bound by morality? How ridiculous?"
"Ridiculous? Something I would never do wrong."
"Oh, little fool."
"Shut up."
Miss Windsor punched the person in the mirror, and then, the hand that was exactly like her stretched out from the mirror, tightly clenched Miss Windsor's fist.
"It's you?"
Miss Windsor finally recognized that the woman in the mirror who was exactly like herself was the ordinary queen Windsor who was betrayed by Isabella in the first possible world.
"it's me."
The person in the mirror seemed to emerge slowly from the surface of the water. She first held Miss Windsor's fist, and after her body was further separated from the mirror, she hugged Miss Windsor together.
Both ended up standing on the ground.
Hugging herself tightly, Miss Windsor's mood also calmed down, and the restlessness and anger that could not be vented in her heart disappeared inexplicably. She realized what she had just done in front of the mirror, closed her eyes, unable to comprehend that it was her own behavior.
"I only said one thing wrong just now. I am you, but you are not me."
Queen Windsor of the first world said in Miss Windsor's ear:
"Remember, I am you because we are all Jessica Windsor. But you are not me because you are luckier and you have more."
"what do I do?"
Miss Windsor murmured softly:
"Sorry, I may not be as strong as you."
"It's a good thing. I'm strong because I lost more."
Windsor said, the two hugged each other, put their heads on each other's shoulders, and listened to their heartbeats in exactly the same rhythm:
"I admit, maybe I'm not who I always thought I was."
"Because I saw more possibilities of myself?"
The voice has reached the level of almost whispering, but because each other's mouths are close to each other's ears, this does not affect communication. Miss Windsor breathed quietly, her restless heart finally calmed down. She was aware of the situation and understood what it meant:
"Yes, I don't know myself at all. I found out that I don't know anyone around me. Maybe I'm really naive."
"Do you think that you were born in a noble family and have always been protected by the power of the family, so you have the illusion that you are excellent and can do no wrong?"
"Yes, if the living environment is exchanged, I am just a person who does whatever it takes to survive."
"Oh, my little fool."
Windsor said softly that she and Miss Windsor are exactly the same age, but due to their different experiences, Windsor is much more mature:
"Anyone who leaves their own living environment will become a stranger. It's not your fault, let alone mine."
"Will Jenkins do it too?"
"Don't you see the difference between the wanted man William I know and the William who is with you? They don't look like one person at all."
The two ladies embraced each other tightly, their voices were entangled, and the breath of their bodies merged without hindrance. This is the most direct way of communication.
"I wanted Jenkins, but I didn't want to do the wrong thing."
Miss Windsor admitted to her biggest problem at the moment.
"I can give you some advice."
"you are married?"
"No."
"Have you slept with a man?"
"How can you insult yourself like this?"
Windsor said in a low voice, and blew gently in Miss Windsor's ear, and the ear turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"I don't trust men, but I like pretty girls."
"Oh~ how can you..."
"Is it because he doesn't like you that he doesn't accept you?"
Easily changed the subject.
"of course not."
Miss Windsor firmly objected.
"So what's wrong with him?"
"No, Jenkins is a perfectly healthy adult man, aside from the possible mental illness of being too attached to his pet cat."
"Then he is bound by marriage?"
"Yes."
"Oh, my little fool. In that case, have you consulted his betrothal pair?"
"..."
Miss Windsor can't picture herself doing this, it's crazy:
"I'm not crazy."
"In love and war, there is no right or wrong. Since you don't want him to break his oath, why don't you ask the person who made the oath?"
Windsor asked, Miss Windsor didn't see her chuckling expression because they hugged each other.
Although it sounds crazy, when you think about it carefully, it really seems to make sense.
"So what are you worrying about? You have everything, your parents are still there, your respected elders have done nothing wrong, you have a male friend you like, and you don't even have to bear responsibilities that don't belong to you. What are you worrying about?"
"I… "
Miss Windsor closed her eyes and completely focused on the other party. She took a deep breath, that breath belongs to her, she likes this smell, just like she likes herself:
"My heart really hurts."