Chapter 43 Meet on the Narrow Road

Should she kick him? Or two feet?

"Is it too early now?" Mancao's eyes wandered.

"It's not early. Besides, isn't it natural for husband and wife to have offspring?" Casa looked at her with burning eyes, as if they were really in love.

"What's the naturalness?" She said it again and her eyes darken, "Whether you like it or not, do you have to be 'preceed' like this?"

"Don't the queen want to have a baby?"

"Yes! I don't want to have a baby!"

She looked into his eyes with determination.

Casa, who held her hands, couldn't help but lag, "Why?"

"For Your Majesty, anyone can be the mother of your child... And for me, I can't give birth to a child that I don't love. Although I chose to marry you, I don't love you at all..."

"Then why did you marry me?"

Why?

Don't you want to embarrass him, or do you want to be angry with the knight, or do you not take your life seriously at all?

"I don't know..."

"Queen, many couples have no love... but they can also live together."

She smiled bitterly, "I've never seen such a couple."

If it's really that simple, some people who have loved each other will not divorce, right?

There are thousands of reasons for divorce, but for those who must accept it, any reason is the same.

"Your Majesty, what exactly is love? Can you make the two of them close to the world, and can you make the two of you close to the world?

"...Queen, love can indeed narrow the distance between the two, but it is not love, but tolerance that maintains the relationship between the two."

"What is that tolerance?"

"If you live with me, I will tell you..."

"..."

Mancao stood still in place. Casa held her in her arms and gently stroked her long hair. "What time can prove is not the little love left by the two, but the tolerance and responsibility they are willing to pay after **."

She closed her eyes, buried it in the other party's chest, and silently soaked dark flowers on the other party's clothes.

What is more absurd than marrying a game character is that she really made up her mind to live with him in an instant.

What did the woman marry that man for?

How did you feel when you were pregnant with her?

If you knew early in the morning that this was a broken marriage, would you still give birth to her?

"Queen... You will not only be a good wife, but also a good mother!"

In response to this sentence, there was only the whimper of the wind.

As before, she sat in the tree house and was played with by a maid like a doll.

She doesn't know what will happen next, and she doesn't know if she can really accept those things.

A familiar figure appeared at the door, changing into the costume of the elf clan, but a black hair showed the identity of this person all the time.

She walked towards her and looked in the mirror. She had been covered by the maid's tired and tearful cheeks with red makeup. "It's beautiful."

The dressed person did not answer, but looked at himself in the mirror in a daze. With this face, she didn't know whether to repeat the man's mistakes or what the man couldn't do.

"Aren't you happy?" The face in the mirror is like the one in the picture scroll, quiet, not sad or happy.

She has vented her emotions in her tears just now, and at this moment, she is numb like a sculpture.

"Big sister!" With two familiar figures, Huck ran in happily and asked about the undead.

Boll held the door frame in his hand, looked at the lifeless sculpture, and stopped.

She is not unhappy, but she just doesn't know what to face.

Let her laugh, she doesn't know what to be happy about.

Let her cry, and she doesn't know what name to cry.

She looked at herself in the mirror and wanted to see her heart through this face that did not belong to her.

What the hell is she doing?

What exactly does she want?

In this copy, a person's freedom is limited by the plot, and his mind is shaken by a few words of the game characters.

The player comes to play games, but she feels that she is the one who is being played.

"The progress of this copy task has not been saved. Are you sure you want to quit the game?"

"I'm sure."

At the beginning of the fifteen-second countdown, she quietly looked at the face that did not belong to her and her wish.

"Are you sure you want to quit the game?"

"I'm sure."

Take off the helmet and spread it weakly on the chair. The blueberries around him are still in the game.

She changed into her skirt, put on her shoes, left a note, and touched the door handle.

I went downstairs, went out of the community, and walked through a strange environment.

When she came to a park, she sat on a wooden horizontal chair in the shade of the tree and breathed fresh air.

She looked up at the sky, closed her eyes, listened to the cicadas, and felt the heat of midsummer.

Just as she was sweating all over, her cheeks were red, and she was about to get heatstroke drowsy, she accidentally opened her eyes and saw a familiar person sitting on the horizontal chair behind her.

Should it be said that the enemy's road is narrow? Or should we say that you and I are doomed?

She lay on her backrest and looked at the man who was in a daze. She couldn't help stretching out her hand and pinched the other party's face fiercely.

The other party suddenly woke up, suddenly turned around, immediately patted her hand, and got up, "Why are you again!"

"Looking that you are so energetic, it must be okay." He withdrew his hand and yawned blankly.

"Huh! I don't need you to care about me!" The man opened his whole body alert and stared at the person in front of him who had joined his blacklist since he was a child.

"Re Relax, don't be angry!" The girl calmly turned her head and began to close her eyes and rest. "Life is like a play, because we get together because of fate; it's not easy to help each other until the old, should we cherish it more? If you lose your temper for a small matter, why do you think about it in the future? When others are angry, I'm not angry. When I'm angry, no one will replace me. If I'm angry, who will be at will? What's more, it's hurtful and laborious!"

"You!"

"There is gas everywhere in the world, and everything has no vitality. What people live on is Qi. What's the meaning of living without gas? The whole body is full of righteousness and strong, and the evil spirit hurts the body. If you are not angry with you, you will be angry with yourself. Life is full of anger, and if you are angry, you will be angry first. It is unrighteous to make people angry, and it is a trick to make people angry. It's no good to be angry, and it's bad for others to hurt yourself. When he is angry, he comes to his own doctor and spends money to be ridiculed. He is narrow-minded and has no luck. He only makes others secretly happy.

The man listened to her singing, and became more and more aggrieved. He couldn't spit it out. "Are you gloating?"

"I'm kind to sing to you and want to calm your emotions, but you still say that about me... Whoo-hoo, a man with no conscience!" She covered her face with her hands and cried.