The man never showed himself to the others, always pretending to be the princess.
Late at night, they swung together, read together, and picked fresh roses together. When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the morning mist, the man would always disappear on time, returning to his own world, leaving poems waiting to be read the next day.
"We are performing on the stage of this world, and my love is watching the show at leisure.
"He watched me perform various themes, using different forms to relieve my uneasy emotions..."
"The whim of the moment pleases me, and I put on the mask of comedy,"
"For a moment, my laughter turned into sighing, and then I played the tragedy again. But she watched my changes with her unchanging eyes, not happy because of my joy, nor sad because of my sadness..."
Lies, lies.
Who is actually investing deep love, and who is actually cheating.
When the princess was depressed again, the man taught her a way: "Try to give everyone a nickname."
"nickname?"
"For example, you can give the prime minister a funny nickname, 'Cuttlefish'. Every time you see him, you can say to yourself, this is a cuttlefish, this is a cuttlefish... In this way, will you feel better?"
"Pfft." The princess couldn't help laughing.
They gave everyone nicknames, and in Isa's eyes, this world full of nicknames suddenly became interesting.
"I wish you were not my fantasy." One day, Princess Isa suddenly said, holding her chin.
"Fantasy is beautiful because it is fantasy." The man smiled and said, "Princess, if this is a beautiful dream, then let it continue like this."
If she finds out that he is not her imaginary lover but a real person, he must kill her to hide the secret. The beautiful fantasy will instantly turn bloody.
So, let the lie continue.
The princess is delicate and smart. As time goes by, the man gradually understands her. It turns out that the princess who seems to be high and mighty can't sleep all night because of the crisis of the country. The princess who seems to be quick to understand can blow up the kitchen because of making desserts. Strip off those noble clothes, in fact, she is just a girl who can cry and laugh.
He accompanied her from a princess to a queen, from a kingdom to an empire, through more than a dozen springs, summers, autumns and winters...
A dozen years is nothing to a sober man, but the princess is no longer young and is getting older.
The man always stressed that this was a treatment, and the relationship between them was that of a patient and a doctor, not a relationship between lovers. Even when the princess became the queen, he still kept the name he had when they first met, calling her "Princess Isa".
We have been together for so long, it would be fake to say that there is no affection between us.
But is it love? The man feels no. Is it pity? It seems no.
He is a sober person who travels around the universe, while she is just an ordinary person from a small planet who will fall ill if the wind blows. There is a huge gap in the essence of their lives, and it is impossible for them to be together.
The man thought about their relationship for a long time and finally found the right answer - yes, this is the doctor's joy that a long-ill patient is about to be cured, but also the reluctance to never see him again.
They are just doctor and patient, and can only be doctor and patient. Otherwise, what other relationship can there be?
Until one day, the man calculated that the princess's depression was almost cured, she had walked out of the haze of the past and became a cheerful, optimistic and healthy person. The man knew that the time had come for him to withdraw. As a "fantasy lover", disappearing when her mental illness gradually recovered would not arouse her suspicion.
He has spent too much time here and it is time for him to return to his own world.
It was a dark night and the man said goodbye.
"I'm leaving now. Your illness has been cured." The man said, "You said before that being a princess put you under a lot of pressure and even depressed, but the 'psychological counseling' with me every night has helped you gradually get out of the depression. Now, you are very healthy. Congratulations, Isa."
The girl's long black hair was hanging down, and her eyes were flashing with light. She stared at the man steadily and said in a hoarse voice:
"Those greeting letters, those gifts given to me, those sweet words to comfort me...are they all treatment? Are they all fake? Please don't leave me."
"You're already healed, Isa." The man showed an intoxicating smile: "I should leave."
"No!"
The next moment, he received the most shocking answer in a hundred years.
"I am not healed, because I have never been sick before!" The princess's melancholy eyes fell into his eyes:
"I knew from the beginning that you were not my imaginary lover. When we first met and you asked me to imagine the wound on your chest healing, I deliberately thought nothing of it, but your wound still healed. This shows that this is not the power of my imagination, but your own ability - you are a real person, you are an outsider, my love!"
She has always been smart and had tried it from the very beginning.
She understood it immediately.
"I've always known it. I knew it from the beginning." Isa trembled.
"Although I yearn for love, I am still a princess of a kingdom. When you picked me up at night, my first reaction was not romance or love, but vigilance."
"I've never heard of anyone being able to float in the air. I know that you have powers beyond this world. You could be the aggressor. You can kill me at any time to keep the secret."
"So, I spoke before you, 'You finally came to see me, my imaginary lover!', and gave you this setting in advance, so that you would have a reason to let me go."
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