I slept very well. Ah, this is a good day to find happiness. Whether I am happy or not depends on me, right? I have to make myself happier than anything. It is only in my words, but deep down, I am still anxious about my problems.
Such as:
What will I do in the future? Will I still live in that castle? I don't want to. I want to get out of that unbearable house. Ah, such a poor girl like me—what can I do if my adoptive parents oppose my plan? I can't say that I want to stay away from their son. They know how much I love him.
Even now, this love keeps growing. Ah, hey, heart, please let him go, okay? He is not yours, nor will he ever be yours. There will be such a good guy out there.
But it is not fair to that guy. I mean, this cheap heart liked a scumbag, and I don't want to hurt another guy because of my selfishness.
Love is never fair. Love enters your life when you're not ready. It suddenly comes without warning. Ah, this kind of love is not understandable. Ah, love is hard to read after all. I can only continue to live with this heavy feeling without knowing where to throw it.
I can be discharged from the hospital today. It was supposed to be a good day, but it turned out to be a bad day. Yeah, you can guess it without me saying it clearly. My enemy was here.
(An: enemy = Claude)
Why is he here? What business does he have here? Ah ah ah, it gives me a headache. I am in the recovery period, but I feel sick again. Ah, this enemy is a big villain, after all. My mind is clear, but my heart is not. It was beating faster than usual.
Hey, my heart, listen to me—you stop beating, okay? Eh, but if it stops beating, then I'll die, right?
Nah, forget it. Who cares about that?
"What are you doing here?" I asked coldly.
"It's up to me where I want to go," he said with a smirk.
"Right, right, who cares where your feet go," I said indifferently.
"You—" he was so angry but tried to control his anger. He didn't even know why they bickered every time they met.
Where did my angel go?
(An: angel = Mio)
"What? By the way, why did you come here? Don't tell me you don't have work? A prideful president won't step his feet into a room with a dirty girl in it," I said while pointing at myself.
"You wouldn't come to a place that disgusts you, right?" I added.
His image was already shattered, so why did he come at this time? Why didn't I reincarnate earlier than this time? So I could rewrite her bad memories about me. But I didn't have time to regret this, and I just needed to chase her back so she wouldn't run away from me.
"I came here to pick you up," he said.
Huh? Did he say he came to pick me up? Did he take his medicine today?
Ah, maybe he forgot his medicine today.
"Did you forget to take your medicine? Just don't forget it later," I advised him sincerely.
"Huh? I'm not sick, and I don't need to take any medicine," he said.
"Nothing," I replied. I didn't need to tell a dense guy like you. You are smart but not sensitive to other people's feelings. I feel sorry for your future wife. I never knew that the future wife would be me.
"By the way, why are you here?" I asked again.
"Huh? I already said—to pick you up, by my parents' orders." He couldn't tell her that he wanted to meet her. He still didn't know how to act normal around her, and at least he didn't want to hurt her feelings again with his harsh mouth.
"Ah, I forgot about that. Yeah, yeah, you came to pick me up on your parents' orders," I added, pretending to understand.
She didn't look sad like she used to be. She would cry if I didn't pay attention to her. She would be sad if I ignored her. But now, I had a feeling that she didn't want to interact with me that much at all.
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