Chapter 472 The Crown Prince's Little Darling 37
The boy grew increasingly agitated and barely managed to resist the urge to smash his phone.
Clinging to a sliver of hope, he refused to believe that the girl had deceived him.
He gripped his phone tightly, trying to console himself with a touch of Ah Q-like self-deception, and muttered to himself, "Hmm~ maybe I'm dreaming right now."
"Take a nap first, and everything will be fine when you wake up."
The boy optimistically curled up in bed, wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, and forced himself to fall asleep.
I didn't sleep well that night.
But at least I woke up.
The fluorescent green phone received no reply.
Bo Yan's heart sank.
His phone remained silent.
The night before, it wasn't a dream after all~
The black-haired boy lowered his eyelids and stared blankly at his phone.
He exuded a sense of loss from head to toe.
His lips were pressed into a straight line, and he began sending messages with a blank expression.
A mimosa plant: [Little beggar, if we can't come out, then we won't come out.]
A mimosa plant: [Just staying on my phone.]
A mimosa plant: [Don't feel like you're hiding the truth from me and choose to run away because of this.]
A mimosa plant: [Even if you can't come to the real world, we can still live and learn together.]
A mimosa plant: [Let me hear your voice one more time.]
There was no movement.
There's still no movement at all.
The boy's fingers clenched until they turned white, and an unprecedented resentment gathered deep in his eyes, like the calm before a storm, buried tightly beneath the glasses of a rebel.
He was never a truly gentle, gentlemanly person.
His upbringing taught him that to obtain the world's top resources, he had to learn to plunder, and before that, he had to be good at disguising himself.
But then, at the last minute, Grandpa felt he had lost his humanity and sent him away to a place thousands of miles away.
He took off his glasses, and suddenly, his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation.
It was as if they had broken free from their restraints.
Arrogant, gloomy, and unrestrained.
He narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, and continued sending.
A mimosa plant: [Huanhuan~ If you don't come out soon, you're going to die! ^V^]
A mimosa plant: [Huanhuan, you'd better pray that this will never happen again in this lifetime ^V^]
A Mimosa pudica: [If Huanhuan insists on showing up, she should think carefully about what kind of punishment she can endure first ^V^]
...
A Mimosa pudica: [It's been eight hours since Huanhuan showed up. She should have figured out how to make it up to me ^V^]
A mimosa plant: [It's been three days, and you still haven't shown up.]
A mimosa plant: [Huanhuan may not be suited for long legs... but your legs are so straight and well-proportioned.]
A mimosa plant: [Day five. The little beggar hasn't shown up for five whole days. When will he repay my debt of care?]
A mimosa plant: [If you don't show up again, don't come back.]
...
A mimosa plant: [Never mind, if you come back, I'll still treat you to your favorite foods.]
For several days in a row, Bo Yan kept sending messages.
The last glimmer of hope I had was gradually extinguished.
No one even knew she existed.
The old man sent me a new cell phone. After inserting the SIM card, everything on it, except for the basic applications, looked clean and tidy.
The input method is working properly.
Food-related entries will no longer be accompanied by a string of cute emoticons.
The list contains over 99 entries for a single mimosa plant; it's impossible to count how many there are.
Bo Yan opened the message and, relying on it, recalled his previous emotional journey.
After so many days, he has been able to calm down completely.
I only occasionally zoom in on the girl's profile picture.
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