Upon hearing this, Gwen froze on the spot.
What did Hene just say?
Gwen's expression froze, a chill running down her spine, her facial muscles hard as rock.
A sudden, explosive sound rang in my mind, as if struck by lightning, leaving my head completely blank.
A moment later, Gwen came to her senses and stared at Henne in front of her.
Henne's cheeks were slightly flushed, like a ripe apple bathed in sunlight, and her clear eyes gazed intently at Gwen:
"Professor Victor is a very good person!"
"I think, if Miss Gwen really likes him very much, then please cherish him!"
Gwen looked on in disbelief, her mouth agape, her hand on the longsword looking somewhat bewildered.
She looked at Henne and asked:
"Henry, why...why would you say that?"
"Because I...I've experienced that feeling too."
"That feeling of forgetting someone important."
Hene touched her chest, her eyes glistening with tears, looking utterly pitiful.
"I imagine it must have been very painful if you had experienced something like that."
Gwen felt a pang of tenderness as she looked at Henney's endearing appearance.
Like a fragile and beautiful ice crystal that one cannot bear to destroy, it hesitated for a moment.
She stood there, conflicted, unable to utter a single word.
Do you like Victor?
If we're talking about Viktor now, Gwen can say that she definitely likes him.
For such a calm and strong, gentle and confident person.
Gwen admired him greatly, even to the point of reverence.
Henne stared at her and shook her head:
"wrong."
“Miss Gwen, I meant a different kind of liking.”
It was an extremely sweet feeling, a longing to be with your loved one at all times, and a desire to become one with them completely.
My burning heart could barely contain the intense emotions, like an endless expectation bursting forth from a gushing spring.
Gwen listened to Henne's words, crossed her arms over her chest, and fell into deep thought.
Is she really as exaggerated as Henney said?
Of course not.
But deep down, there was indeed an extremely burning impulse.
After her lost memories were restored, she really wanted to find Victor immediately to witness his existence with her own eyes.
Just as this thought flashed through her mind, Gwen suddenly had an epiphany.
etc!
She recalled that earlier, she had been hurrying along the roads of Braxton.
Isn't that exactly how I feel inside?
"Miss Gwen."
“If you really like Professor Victor, I hope you can be honest with him.”
A ray of morning light pierced through the clouds and dappled the light and shadow on Henney through the colorful stained-glass windows of the Clevner mansion.
It was as if the weariness on her body was spreading across Gwen's silver-white armor.
A gentle light flickered in Henne's clear, lake-like eyes, but she gazed at Gwen with a touch of sadness:
"I don't want to see the professor forgotten by someone important again."
Gwen stood frozen in place, motionless like a wooden statue, and did not respond for a long time.
And Henney continued:
"Next, you will need to go there yourself. You can find the professor in the backyard, on the grassland not far away."
Gwen nodded subconsciously, her heart filled with a complex mix of emotions, like a shop window that had been opened, difficult to describe.
She could only take steps, following Heni's guidance, towards the hazy light, moving forward.
Bang, bang, bang.
The sound of Gwen's armor clattering against the wooden planks echoed clearly and crisply through the silent mansion.
The sound quickly faded away, and Gwen's white figure emerged from the mansion into the morning light.
Henney stood there, gazing at Gwen's resolute back, biting her lip lightly.
A question couldn't help but arise in my mind:
"Mr. Crocodile, did I do the right thing?"
A deep, slightly hoarse voice remained silent for a moment before speaking:
"As a demon, I must say, you are not qualified."
Henney was not surprised by the answer from her inner voice.
After all, it was the voice of a raging demon.
Demons are all selfish, but Henney is different.
She wouldn't completely disregard others for her own benefit.
Naturally, the demon could not accept Heni's behavior either.
In Henne's mind, Wrightton snapped shut and rolled over.
It puffed air out of its nostrils, looking slightly helpless, and its bulging body deflated like a punctured balloon.
Nevertheless, it began to discover that something very interesting was happening.
After Gwen had completely left, the sound of the door slamming shut startled Henney, who was standing there dumbfounded.
She gradually came to her senses, raised her head, and stared blankly at the colorful windows of the Clevner House, feeling lost and helpless.
Henney suddenly felt that she had no place to stand in this place anymore.
A cool stream, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, flowed through Henney's heart.
Feelings of grievance instantly overwhelmed her, and in a corner where no one was watching, Heni's eyes welled up with tears.
She can't do it yet.
Sacrificing the happiness of others to fulfill one's own desires.
This was still too difficult for Henne.
Or rather, it's simply impossible.
A sharp pain pierced Henny's burning heart like a needle, while a chill crept in.
That fervent and abundant flow of emotion, even enveloped by a heart riddled with wounds, had nowhere to be released.
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