Willie tried to piece together the whole story.
Dreams are a continuation of the subconscious.
In reality, Scarlett confessed her feelings to him when they first met, only to be cruelly rejected. Aside from that fatal betrayal, this was perhaps the prince's rare setback, leaving a deep impression on him.
In his dream, the situation suddenly reversed; the one confessing became Willy, and the one rejecting him became Scarlett.
But when they met...
Scarlett once again fell hopelessly in love with Willy, his eyes, his breath, and that blood-stained kiss were proof of it all.
All right……
Now, even Willie had to admit that the other party seemed to be serious.
This is the bowing of the proud, the humility of the arrogant, and the submission of the presumptuous.
The demon cleansed his soul, cut open his chest, and offered his bloodied heart to the angel.
But for Willy... this seems a bit too hot to handle.
He just wanted to play a game...
Temporarily setting aside his identity as Zephyr, Vili spoke somewhat slowly.
What if I said... it's true?
What if I really fall in love with someone else?
Just one sentence, yet it was as if a new weight had been added to the scales, placing Willy high above and Scarlett heavily to the ground.
"impossible."
Scarlett silently repeated the resolute words to himself, though they trembled almost imperceptibly.
Can't.
Those who wanted to test the waters often backed down first.
He spoke almost awkwardly, but his words left no room for argument.
"You've woken up at just the right time. Everything for the wedding is ready, and I'll come to pick you up tomorrow."
However, the officiant he chose probably won't be able to attend.
But their marriage didn't need anyone else to vouch for it.
Perhaps fearing to hear any rebuttal, Scarlett ran away once again, her steps hurried, but before leaving, she reinforced the barrier once more.
However, just before the door closed, the small mole under her pale lips twitched slightly, revealing a silent mouth shape in the darkness.
"sorry."
Bang.
Vili was the only one left in the house.
Scarlett is always like that.
He was fearless and fearless on the battlefield, but he dared not face his true feelings, and thus missed opportunities time and time again.
He missed the encounter in the garden, missed the masquerade ball, and missed every opportunity to express his feelings.
I wanted to say "I love you", but all I could say was "I'm sorry".
But the clear-headed Willy saw through the true feelings that were revealed in his panic.
How can there be such an awkward person in this world?
Even if the sky falls, his mouth will hold it up.
Now, the story has unfolded in ways that have exceeded everyone's expectations, but Scarlett remains determined to hold onto the wedding that was decided from the very beginning, just like a fairy tale she wrote and acted in herself.
Should I be the one to pop that illusory bubble?
With a "pop" sound as he opened and closed his lips, Willy looked at the eye-catching oil painting and finally sighed softly.
……never mind.
Let's at least wait until after the wedding.
Willy will never know that it is precisely this subtle tenderness beneath his nonchalant exterior that is like a sweet poison, attracting countless suitors who are drawn to him yet remain unattainable.
This might be considered a kind of cruelty.
Time flew by, and night fell on the second day. The bedroom door opened a crack, and "Lansha" handed over the dress, but could only talk to Vili through the door.
His Highness the Prince is keeping a closer eye on His Highness the Princess.
She only dared to complain in her heart, but she couldn't help but think of the rumors circulating in the castle.
It is said that His Highness Zephyr...
Are you sure you didn't take the wrong clothes?
The boy's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Lansha" couldn't see his expression, but she could clearly sense the strangeness in his tone.
She frantically tried to recall, stammering, "No...no."
Is there a problem?
Inside, Vili unfolded layers of pure white fabric, the silk tailoring just right, exquisite yet light and elegant.
The stitching is neat and the fit is flattering, highlighting a slender waist and smooth shoulders and neck. The design is exquisite and beautiful, and no one can find fault with it.
but……
Touching the flowing skirt, the sheer fabric slipped through my fingers, like a butterfly fluttering away from my palm, leaving behind a lingering, itchy sensation.
—This is clearly a wedding dress.
"Is there a problem with the wedding dress?"
Vili then realized that he had already voiced the problem.
"...I am a man."
Did this "Lansha" not recognize his gender from the very beginning?!
“I…I know.” Lansa’s voice was on the verge of tears. “You said before that you would give me full authority over the design of the dress and that everything would be done according to my ideas.”
“I wanted to discuss this with you before, but His Highness Lysen turned me away, saying you were in hibernation…”
"..."
"The wedding is about to start, and it's too late to make changes now."
Lansha sniffled, unable to suppress her sobs.
"If Prince Lysen knew, he would definitely kill me..."
"..."
"Okay, okay! I understand!"
For the first time in his life, he had actually made a girl cry, and Willy seemed even more flustered than "Lansha".
"I'll wear it!"
"Really...really?"
The crying stopped abruptly, and "Lansha" sobbed.
"..."
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