Chapter 482 The Girl in a White Dress Stepping on Water

"Thank you, Miss Shui Yanqing has already gone to bed."

In the mansion of the academy, the three of them sent Shui Yanqing back to her residence. After helping her change into pajamas, two maids came out to thank them.

Although they were maids, their temperament was closer to that of nurses, at least in Tilan's opinion.

"Please sit for a while, the three adults. This is our special drink and snack." Soon, the two maids brought light red grapefruit juice and cut cheese ice cream.

"Thank you." Blanche took it and tasted it in small sips.

Sitting in front of the coffee table, Orles glanced at the surrounding environment with a little curiosity, because she and Shui Yanqing didn't have a good relationship, and this was her first time to visit Shui Yanqing's mansion.

Compared with the style of the ice elf royal family on her side, the decoration here has obvious marine elements, such as waves, shells, light blue curtains, and wind chimes like fish swimming by the window, etc., which show a sense of clarity and coolness as a whole.

"Is this your first time here, Orles?" Tilan asked when she saw Orles looking around.

"Yes, it's your first time. You know, we don't have a good relationship."

"Yes, but you don't have irreconcilable contradictions. Many times, the disagreements are also due to concepts and experiences."

"Just like what happened today, Orles should know why Shui Yanqing always tends to be cautious and flattering."

"I know~"

Orles actually wanted to argue with Tilan, but there were many outsiders here, so she didn't want to talk here, so she just stretched out her tone and asked Tilan not to continue.

After that, the three of them sat for a while, and said goodbye after eating snacks.

In the next few days, the four of them went to class and studied normally, but Shui Yanqing became much less talkative these days, and occasionally she would be in a daze, as if this was her true self.

Another day of class ended, and it was already evening. Everyone dispersed, and Tilan and Orles walked under the tree canopy of the academy, looking at the sunset in the distance, talking about recent things.

"She still doesn't talk much today." Tilan thought of Shui Yanqing's performance in the past two days.

"Is the blow so great?" Orles didn't quite understand. Wasn't it just a misunderstanding?

"Maybe it's not a big deal, but Shui Yanqing has always had identity anxiety in her heart. It's just that what happened that day triggered these anxieties and she can't escape."

"Orles."

"Hmm?"

"Do you understand how it feels to be in a situation where everyone around you is different from you, and you don't have any family, people of the same race, or even no one who really stands on your side?"

"Although elves and orcs are different from humans, they have actually lived together for tens of thousands of years. They have long been integrated into each other's culture and history, and they are not particularly repulsive. In addition, they have their own large ethnic groups, so they are not alone. But Shui Yanqing is different."

"She came to this world almost alone. The organization and personnel who created her have long disappeared in history. Many people look at her as an experimental specimen, observation material, and so on."

"If you want to talk about the closest person, it may be Dr. Newman who brought her out of the ruins that year."

"Unfortunately, according to the information I found, that doctor also died last year."

"Unlike you who is popular and loved by everyone, if she makes a mistake, no one will come to save her, and not many people will speak for her. Her background is easy to be criticized, even with the protection of her identity as a singer, so Shui Yanqing always lives very carefully and becomes more adept at "socializing" because it is necessary for survival."

"You can ignore many comments, but she must care, so she will appear less bold and straightforward. Sometimes, for the sake of the scene and atmosphere, she will say some hypocritical words."

"Wow, okay, Tilan, I know I was wrong, don't say it anymore." Orles covered her ears, a little afraid that Tilan would continue to talk.

"It feels like I am bad and bully her." Orles complained in a low voice.

"I know it's not easy for her. Don't laugh at her anymore, okay?" Although she knew that her past behavior was not good, Orlesi still couldn't let go of her pride. This was probably her arrogant side.

"Haha, it's good that Orlesi knows. I won't say anything more." Tilan knew that Orlesi understood what she said and smiled, so she didn't continue.

Seeing Tilan shut up, Orlesi put down her hands covering her ears, then took Tilan's wrist and ran towards the river not far away.

"Let's sit here for

a while." She was talking about a small shrub on the river bank. It should have been trimmed and was relatively regular, and there were white flowers between the shrubs, similar to roses.

When she came under the shrub, Orlesi first stretched a little, then took off her sandals and stepped on the green grass with her toes.

"It's really much more comfortable this way." She walked back and forth on the grass for a few steps, then with a little help, her body jumped up lightly, glided a few meters with the breeze, and then fell.

She was originally lively and romantic in character, but because of the need of her identity as a singer, she would appear to be a perfect princess in front of outsiders.

"Can you walk with me for a while, Tilan?" She jogged a few steps and then turned back and stretched out her hand, inviting Tilan to follow.

"Okay."

So the two walked towards the river.

As they got closer, they could gradually hear the sound of gurgling water in the stream. There were many pebbles in the river. Some of the pebbles on the shore were dried on the water surface, showing a white color, while the parts in the water were submerged, and the color was much darker.

The toes landed easily on the dry part of the pebbles, and the two of them stepped over them easily as if they were playing some kind of childhood game, jumping around by the stream.

It was early spring, and the area where the school was located was also very warm. The water was particularly cool, not cold.

After walking for a while, Orlesi rolled up her skirt with one hand, held Tilan's hand with the other, and then stepped into the stream by the river with a splash, and the water just covered her instep.

After that, she stepped into the water, rushing forward, a little bit enjoying it, and occasionally laughed happily.

After a while, Orles was a little tired, and then Tilan took her hand and walked out of the river to the bush where they came from.

"I used to play like this in the forest, and occasionally I could see deer by the river, but it's not so convenient after I became a singer. I left the Shuangshu Star Region and went to a highly modernized urban environment wherever I go." Orles brushed the silver hair beside her ear and talked about her past experiences.

"It's not that I hate being a singer. In fact, I like being a singer. I just miss my childhood sometimes."

"Living in a stable and beautiful forest, playing with everyone, without worrying about anything."

"I should miss the age when I didn't have to think about too many complicated things and was carefree." Tilan sighed after hearing this. In fact, many people have the same idea as Orles.

Sometimes, she would dream of returning to elementary school, when her sister was still there, her family was still good, and she had many good friends in school.

"Wow, Tilan always interrupts me."

Orles rarely acted like a spoiled child, as if she wanted to take back the part that Tilan had taught her before.

"Okay, okay, I won't interrupt Orlesi." Tilan said with a smile, and continued to listen to Orlesi's childhood stories.

In this way, the two came to the bush, and Orlesi hugged her knees and slowly recalled, talking until the sunset was about to fall, then she put on her sandals again and went back with Tilan.

In the afterglow, the shadows of the two were very long, like the story scroll depicted on the old parchment.

(End of this chapter)