Chapter 71 Confession IF Route 3 (End) He was a little confused...
Buster heard Reinhardt's breathing trembling slightly beneath his calm tone.
I could feel the coldness of his fingers.
Seeing the beautiful deity lower her head, her trembling eyelashes, faintly visible behind her wispy bangs, were revealed.
He started to panic.
This was the second time in his life, apart from that fire, that Buster Grand felt panic and fear.
A calloused hand touched Reinhardt's cheek, his thumb wanting to touch the godlike, tender face. The latter pulled away from his palm, turning his head away, clearly showing a refusal to be touched.
Buster felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it were being pulled tightly by tangled wires.
He deserved it; he understood.
Swallowing the bitterness in his throat, he looked intently at Reinhardt's face.
He, who was usually eloquent, was at a loss for words at this moment, and did not know how to express his feelings.
I should be honest with you.
After a long while, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice.
“I don’t want you to be sad, Reinhardt,” he said. “I don’t want you to feel wronged or have any other negative emotions. I always want you to be happy.”
"But I also want you to care about me. Being sad... is also a way of showing that you care."
He leaned down, resting his head gently on Reinhardt's shoulder, his eyes fixed on Reinhardt's calm profile.
“I am despicable, Reinhardt. I feel guilty and pained by your sadness and grievances, but I must admit that I also feel joy because of them.”
"Your calm and powerful heart has stirred ripples within me; perhaps you cannot understand how important this is to me."
The tall man curled up, enveloping the beautiful, expressionless deity in his arms as if embracing him, but without touching him directly.
Just like his heart, he longed to get infinitely closer, but was forced to drift away because of his master's mistake.
“But now I know I was wrong.” Buster had never regretted it so much. “I shouldn’t have treated you like that. Even if I wanted to know the answer, even if I was desperate, I shouldn’t have bullied you like that.”
However, Reinhardt remained resolute, keeping his head down and unmoved.
what to do.
Buster was filled with regret.
The small potatoes he had painstakingly dug out seemed to be secretly withering, unwilling to give him even the slightest chance.
Although Reinhardt was approachable and highly tolerant, even willing to compromise himself, he was also very stubborn, like a tree rooted in the soil. Although only a small seedling sprouted above ground, it was very resilient underneath, and even a hurricane could not shake it.
Buster gave in.
He couldn't argue with Reinhardt, or more precisely, he couldn't bear to bully Reinhardt like that anymore.
The little emotional feedback he's received now—anger or joy—is enough for him. Even if Reinhardt doesn't like him, he won't ask for more.
Overwhelmed with bitterness, he let out a barely audible sigh and said, "I've messed all this up."
If he hadn't acted impulsively, perhaps he could still be embracing Reinhardt now, and wouldn't have lost the chance to kiss Potato again.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me or reciprocate my feelings, Reinhardt. I just beg you not to leave, at least give me the chance to see you and be with you.”
Reinhardt remained silent, a silence that was heartbreaking.
The divine child who had once been willing to communicate with him has once again closed the door to dialogue, leaving Buster feeling utterly powerless.
He even felt trapped here, unsure of how to continue.
But the soft whispers of the Son of God in his ear slowly revived his despair.
He listened intently and saw the blonde beauty with her head down utter a few words slowly through her lips.
"That's unfair."
"I don't like these things." He was very certain of his feelings; it was clear that this was 'dislike'.
Buster still couldn't bear to let go of Reinhardt's wrist, but he loosened his grip a little and listened attentively to what Reinhardt had to say.
At least he's still willing to talk.
“I don’t like your indifference, I don’t like being treated like this. If staying means enduring this, Buster, please let me go now.”
“But I still feel it’s unfair.” Reinhardt’s breathing, which should have been calm, became a little rapid, and his chest rose and fell noticeably. Buster noticed this and his pupils dilated slightly.
"I don't think I should suffer such...sadness because of your expectations."
“You said you expect a response from me, which I think is very unfair, even though…” His throat bobbed, and his voice sounded a little off, but he still managed to suppress his emotions and try to speak, “Your Excellency, it’s not fair that you expect me to reciprocate your feelings when you are unlikely to like me.”
"It's impossible for me to like you?!" The Storm Leader, who had just been on the verge of death, was now like a porcupine exploding with disbelief, his voice cracking. "Who? Me? Reinhardt, can't you sense it? How could I not like you?!"
The voice was so loud that it momentarily disrupted Reinhardt's complex emotions. He turned his head away from Buster's voice and calmly said, "You said it yourself."
"Impossible!" Buster accidentally squeezed Reinhardt's hand again, and seeing him curl up for a moment, the Storm Leader quickly let go.
Frowning, he said coldly, "I would never say such nonsense... uh."
Before he could finish speaking, past memories suddenly surfaced in his mind. His defiant words to Mark felt like a resounding slap in the face, a powerful blow from Reinhardt to Buster.
He paused, his breath catching in his throat.
"So long ago?!... Something like that?" Buster's voice had initially risen several octaves, but as he spoke, he realized the meaning behind it, and his voice slowly lowered, carrying a hint of hesitation.
"Reinhardt, do you remember something from so long ago? Is it because you felt wronged back then?"
Buster was certain that his feelings for Reinhardt stemmed from love at first sight, but he couldn't grasp Reinhardt's opinion of him.
If he was indeed influenced by his words from that time onward, does that mean that Reinhardt's heart had been slowly being swayed by him?
Reinhardt did not reply, just as he had responded with silence the morning before yesterday after sensing Buster's obvious coldness.
But this time, Buster saw the injustice he felt.
Finally willing to release Reinhardt, Buster placed his wrists on his knees, and the notoriously brutish Storm Lord gently cupped Reinhardt's cheeks in his hands, bringing him to eye level.
A breeze was blowing.
The rustling sound of wind through the woods came from behind Reinhardt, making his long, loose hair a little messy.
Buster's gaze softened as he patiently removed the strands of hair wrapped around his neck and gently stroked them behind his shoulder.
“I’m a bastard, Reinhardt. I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have been so stubborn and hurt you.”
He said.
“I care about you a lot, ever since I first met you. I don’t understand what that feeling is, and I’ve never had that feeling before. I never thought I would like anyone else, especially a man. So when Mark teased me, I acted like a coward and subconsciously retorted.”
"But now I understand my feelings very well. I like you, it's very firm. I want to hug you, kiss you, make love to you, and greet each morning with love."
“If you don’t understand, then I’ll tell you.” Buster saw the tiny, shimmering specks of light on the tips of Reinhardt’s eyelashes.
He felt remorseful, thinking he was the stupidest man in the world.
“If you think it’s unfair, then I’ll side with you.” He leaned forward and gently kissed Reinhardt’s nose.
"I dare not ask for your forgiveness, but I hope you can give me a chance to make up for these mistakes."
Reinhardt did not resist the simple kiss, nor did he avoid his approach, which gave Buster hope.
"I will be honest with you and will speak my mind directly."
"I will no longer be cold to you, and I will no longer do anything stupid for no reason."
"I beg you, stay. Stay by my side."
The divine son, who had always been like a puppet, showed a slight change in expression. Like a wooden sculpture brought to life, a subtle, complex change appeared on his calm face, one that was difficult to describe in words.
His lips, which had been glued together by saliva from not opening them for so long, were torn open by his own actions. He hesitated for a moment under Buster's gaze before finally speaking.
“I think I should hate you, Buster. I wouldn’t feel these terrible emotions without you. So I can’t forgive you; it’s a betrayal to me.”
"But I can't deny the fact that I seem to like you. Because I really feel wronged." He remained calm, as if the matter was insignificant.
But Buster was surprised to find that a little bit of transparent water was slowly seeping out from the gap in the tightly closed eyes of the Son of God who had lost his eyeballs.
On his calm, expressionless face, a clear droplet of water unexpectedly landed on the clothes in front of him.
Not a trace was left.
...
Buster stopped breathing.
It took him a long while to be brought back to reality by the deafening sound of his own heartbeat, and then he realized that his body had slipped out of his control and was wrapped around Reinhardt's waist.
The lady's hat was not a burden. He leaned down and kissed Reinhardt's lips fiercely. The brim of the large lace hat was just right to shield the two of them from the sunlight that was just filtering through the leaves.
Reinhardt's silent mouth was pried open, and his breath and the bitterness he had been suppressing in his heart were shattered together.
He felt his eyes burning and stinging, and his heart was beating strangely.
His jaw was forced up, and the pink tongue was forced to entangle him. Reinhardt felt that one second his upper lip was being bitten, and the next second his lower lip was being sucked hard.
He was a little confused, a little sad, and a little angry.
He placed his hand on the agitated bandit's shoulder, intending to order him to stop his rude behavior, but hesitated after feeling the bandit's pounding heartbeat from his chest.
A hot liquid inexplicably slid down the corner of his eye. His lips were released, and in the brief moment he could catch his breath, Reinhardt felt Buster kiss the corner of his eye.
The magical kiss rendered Reinhardt's hands, which were resting on the other's shoulder, powerless to resist.
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