So, it's because of the plot.
Even if they intervened, they could not forcibly change the plot, so the current situation has emerged.
It wasn't because he loved her.
It turns out not to be.
The girl turned around in a panic, paused, and then said to the person behind her: "You can stay here, but you are not allowed to get out of bed. If you want to go out... sit in the wheelchair and let the maid push you out."
An Moer was slightly startled, and a hint of inexplicable meaning flashed across his icy blue eyes - why not let him move? Ryan... do you know something?
But before he could ask, the girl strode away in such a hurry that she even tripped over the threshold.
The boy pursed his lips slightly.
…
Time flies.
The wedding of the prince and princess was also held as scheduled.
Yu Chu asked the system again:
"He's not going to turn into bubbles, is he?"
The system sighed: "You have asked this question 1,800 times. That is the Lord God, how could he turn into bubbles? Put your heart back in your stomach."
"Your heart is in your stomach."
"…"
On the eve of the wedding, Yu Chu climbed onto the bed and asked the system:
"My Lord won't come with a knife, will he? The plot will be different. What if he stabs me?"
The system said, "It's okay, it will only hurt for a while."
"...Alas." Yu Chu sighed.
As the girl covered herself with the quilt and lay quietly, her eyes and brows were calm against the moonlight outside, but a subtle bitterness surged in her heart.
If you really want to stab her, that's fine.
She suddenly remembered that when she was a child, that person casually threw her into a kindergarten in a modern dimension. When school was over, all the children were picked up by their parents, but she was the only one sitting quietly in the corner, not saying a word.
The teacher asked, where are your parents?
She didn't know how to answer.
Although it was a long time ago, the feeling of grievance and expectation I felt at that time suddenly seemed to be exactly the same as the mood I have now.
At that time, she wished that the handsome boy could come down like a god, pick up her schoolbag casually, and say: Oh, I am her parent.
And now, she hopes that person can say "I love you", even if the price is a stab.
…
She closed her eyes gently.
An almost inaudible sigh.
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An Mor sat there with his knees hugged in silence.
Beside him was a pitch-black dagger.
He remembered his sisters' earnest instructions - they gave up their most beloved head in exchange for this cursed dagger from the witch.
And the sound of his voice one night.
if only...
Kill Ryan.
He could turn back into a mermaid, return to the sea, and live out his long life of several hundred years.
Or, on the day your beloved marries someone else, you may turn into foam floating on the sea.
Which one to choose? No need to 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 the door open.
The girl on the bed seemed to be sleeping soundly, her eyelashes resting on her eyes, and her sleeping face was very peaceful.
He stood there for a while before slowly walking over, sitting down on the chair next to him and propping up his chin.
I just watched her quietly, watching her frown, turn over, and fall asleep again, until the early morning.
The light is about to break through the night.
He sighed slightly, finally stood up, and slowly walked to the girl, feeling the pain of his white soles touching the cold ground.
It was as if I was pierced by a knife.
——Just kill her.
All the suffering will end.