Main Story Chapter 14-05: The Angel who Crossed Boundaries (越界天使） | Light and Night 光与夜之恋

Please consider reading Chapter 14-03 before proceeding~

After my body has finally managed to respond to the situation, I looked towards Evan in fear and asked him what to do, but he was actually unfazed, only to open his laptop calmly and began scanning the documents.

The scene of the city outside the windows are collapsing just like building blocks, with a wilderness appearing before my eyes, and when I looked out, the surface of the road is filled with a suffocating color of sands.

Trees on both sides grew upwards in a crazily crooked manner, as though they are about to occupy every single space between the skies and the lands.

You: No, isn't this that dream?!

Isn't it the dream I had in Evan's car when I met him coincidentally when I was having fieldworks on that day, where it suddenly rained heavily!?

The same car, the same lightning, the same sandstorm, the same wilderness, nothing changes. Goosebumps instantly crawled all over my body, and my heart drummed.

Am I actually in a dream now too?!

Calm down, come down for now. I tried to suppress my heartbeat that is beating vigorously, closed my eyes and reopened my eyes again, but the scene around me has shown no changes.

The touch of the leather sofa is so real, I can even hear Evan's breaths, this isn't a dream.

For a single instant, a ridiculous thought surfaced from my mind.

This isn't a dream, nor it's the real world.

Then where could it be? Does Evan know about it? But no matter how I ask him, even if I snatched the laptop angrily from his hands, he's been remaining quiet, and there's even a trace of casual happiness on his face.

What's wrong with him today?! Why is he so abnormal?!

Yet there's no more time for me to continue thinking, and it's difficult for me to maintain my calmness anymore, because I clearly remember from that dream, that coming next, the car will rush off a cliff.

The overwhelming fear surges, and my mind only had a single question left: if this isn't a dream, will humans really die?

Nobody can give me an answer. I can only control my trembling body, and reached myself towards the driver's seat throughout the bumpy journey, and stepped on the brakes as strongly as I can!

You: ...!

Just like the dream, the car shows no signs of stopping, and it's still speeding forward!

No matter where this place is, I don't want to die, definitely not the slightest bit! God of Death has already began counting down by my ear, that I angrily smashed onto the steering wheel for a few times.

Suddenly, I thought of a method. If I can't stop the car, then wouldn't I be able to escape if I crash the car's glass?! Encouraged by this thought, I calmed myself down again, and searched for the emergency hammer in the car.

You: It's here!

Crash-- I gripped it tightly with both hands and hammered it straight to the car window. The glass shattered with the sound, and the shards left some pain when it brushed over my wrist.

The strong winds welcomed my upon losing its obstacle, the dusts choked me so much I had to squint my eyes. I'll definitely injure myself if I jump out now, but there's no other choice. The most important thing to do now is to survive.

You: Evan, it's too late, we've got to jump out!

I handed the emergency hammer to him, making him to break the back window too.

But he only looked at me curiously, and his face is filled with an inquiring expression.

I don't care anymore! I pulled Evan's hand immediately.

My fear towards the incoming pain made me close my eyes. I gritted my teeth, and leaped out from the car window.

The hand I'm holding tightly is very warm, and I gradually don't feel that afraid anymore.

However, the anticipated pain did not arrive. The sounds of the winds stopped in an instant. Not only the winds, but there are no other sounds too. I feel like I'm currently in a vacuumed environment.

I opened my eyes in fear, but only to see the bright blue sky. The car, the cliff, the sand... they are all gone.

You: ...?!

A bright tint of color flowed across Evan's eyes, and in less than a second, we're both standing in a coffee shop, and it's still bustling despite being midnight.

You: !!

What's going on? Why has my surroundings completely changed in an instant?! I gave my face a strong pinch.

You: That hurts!

I'm finally certain that this isn't a dream, nor it's the reality, but a... place that I don't know.

Staff: What would you like to drink?

It's the coffee shop Evan and I first met. I stood before the counter, and the staff smiled, awaiting my response.

You: I...

Staff: You can try our new latte.

Customer: I'll still go with cappuccino, thank you.

Before I can answer her, voices of other customers sounded from behind. Only then, I noticed her gaze hasn't been on me, but instead behind me.

Staff: Certainly, please wait for a moment.

Could she not see me? I waved in front of the staff, but she's still unresponsive. I can't help but to search for Evan's figure, and noticed him sitting by the window.

A continuous bright red flows within his eyes, reflecting in my sight, bringing a scorching misperception.

You: Can you see me?

Evan: I can.

You: But they can't see me, and it seems like they can't hear me.

Evan: The person who has entered an illusionary world can only speak to the core person.

Illusionary world. These two words knocked gently on my heart.

You: Illusionary world?

Evan: It's a fake world. Everything you've seen, are things I've created.

You: So you're saying, the present moment is fake?

Evan: Yes.

You: So was the time in the car also fake? Was it also a illusionary world you created?

Evan: This is one of my Talents.

You: Illusionary world...

I digested these two words repetitively, it's as though everything suddenly made sense, but it's also making me confused.

You: What does the core person mean?

Evan: The creator of the illusionary world, or the protagonist of the incident in the illusionary world. You can converse with them. It's also the current me.

You: Then how about the others? Can't they hear us?

Evan: Yeah. Accurately speaking, they aren't real. They are just existence that makes the illusionary world to look more real.

You: But why are you suddenly displaying an illusionary world to me? Moreover, if you don't say it, I'll keep assuming that it's a nightmare.

I've finally grasped onto the key point of the question. Evan lowered his gaze and took a sip of coffee, and the ripples of the liquid blurred his tightly pursed lip line.

Evan: You can enter illusionary worlds that others have created, and also possessing the power to break through illusionary worlds.

You: Eh? You're talking about... me?

I suddenly couldn't understand the situation, only to stare at Evan in a blur, until he, out of unknown reasons, exuded a somewhat relieved expression.

Evan: The Pristine's matter has been solved successfully. I was right, without my help, you've walked out a better path. So, if we were to be on opposite sides because of some reasons, I don't wish for you to not understand your opponent at all.

Opponents. He spoke straightforwardly with such resolute, I did not hear him wrongly.

You: Why is that? Why do you think we might be opponents in the future?

I spoke without thinking. I clearly have many questions I can ask, for instance, what exactly is the power I have, or how I should break through the illusionary world. But right now, it seems like I can only hear this phrase.

Evan: Do you not want to be my opponent?

He didn't answer me, and only to ask me a question that seems like something he cares about the most.

You: I... of course. Even if you said you won't be helping me anymore, I'd still consider you as an important friend. When I've acknowledged someone, I won't change. I don't wish to stand on opposite sides with my friend.

Evan: Human relationships in this world are ever-changing, perhaps they are friends today, and they will be enemies tomorrow; Perhaps they are best friends today, and they will be strangers tomorrow. Of course I wouldn't hope for a day like that to come for us, where we'd become opponents. But once we become opponents, we require equal strengths.

You: So that's why you made me to understand all of these?

He nodded, yet uncertain of the reason, when I watched him smiling, I suddenly have a feeling that he's actually thinking that way. He didn't wish for me to understand any of these at all, that I can even feel that what he truly wants to see is for me to stay as far away as possible.

It's as though I'll understand many things as soon as I approached closer, including the parts he has never confessed to me, and it seems like, he'd be afraid of it.

Evan: Although illusionary worlds are fake spaces, but the real feeling it brings are usually difficult for humans to differentiate. Especially when you have desires. As soon as the creator of the illusionary world understands this desire, then this person will be lost within the world. They'll treat the illusionary world as reality. This is the power of illusionary world.

You: So it's equals to a mind control?

Evan: If there's insufficient alertness and determination, it's very difficult to break through.

You: Then did I break it through successfully?

Evan: Although you have the power to break through illusionary worlds, but you can't solely rely on your power to break through illusionary worlds. Some illusionary worlds aren't dangerous, they are even the same as your daily life. You have to first identify it as an illusionary world and look for its flaw in order to break through. 

Evan: You didn't manage to identify it in the first illusion, but your desire to survive made your power explode. In the second illusion, you were aware of its existence, but you didn't manage to find the flaw within. The third illusion, you have yet to even realize that your'e already in it. If you can break through the third illusionary world, then I'll return all of these documents to you.

You: The third?

I carefully recalled what he said. The first was the car earlier, the second one is probably now, as for the third... where's the third?

Evan: No rush, you still have time to discover and break it.

As soon as he finishes saying, he lifted his head up and looked towards a certain corner of the coffee shop. I looked towards his line of gaze. There's a television over there, hanging onto the wall, with a classic movie being broadcasted.

It's the one we watched when we first met.

I remembered that the female protagonist was found at home by her enemies back then, and a fierce battle exploded right away. Coincidentally, the screen is also playing this scene.

I suddenly thought of this, if it's said that everything in the illusionary world is created by the creator, then wouldn't the items inside also be reflecting the inner world of the creator too?

For instance, the never-stopping rain, or for instance, the deep, ink-like dark night, or for instance, this tiny yet cozy coffee shop, and for instance, this movie that seemed like we never had the chance to finish watching it.

I turned towards Evan. He's leaning against the chair, line of gaze has never left the screen. To him, it seems like a rare moment where he could relax.

Thinking of this, I've relaxed myself too, and immerse myself into the movie together with him.

The movie is about to enter its ending, the sparks from the explosion glowed out of the screen, shrouding Evan's face.

I thought we'd definitely be able to watch the ending this time, however, with a snap, the television screen darkened. Not only it's the television, but the entire coffee shop's lights are all extinguished.

Evan: Looks like the electricity got cut off.

But, isn't this an illusionary world? Shouldn't it be freely controlled by the creator of the illusionary world?

You: Why don't you allow yourself to finish watching it?

In the darkness, I heard myself asking very, very softly. However, despite so long have passed, so long that I thought Evan wouldn't be answering me, he suddenly spoke, and it's also a very, very soft answer.

Evan: Maybe, it's because I didn't want to finish watching it here. It's very late now, let's go.

We quietly waited for the car under the eaves, shoulder to shoulder. It's still raining, and the windchime on the coffee shop's wooden door is ringing softly.

Evan: Have you thought of the way to break it through?

I still shook my head.

You: There aren't any differences between this place and the real world, so I haven't found the flaw for now. Can you give me a little more time?

Evan: Sure.

Beep beep-- A sound of car honking is heard from not far away, and the taxi slowly stopped at the alley entrance.

You: I'll leave for now then. How will you go back?

Evan: My house isn't far, I can walk home.

You: Did you bring an umbrella? This rain doesn't seem like it'd stop anytime soon.

Evan: I didn't. It's just a drizzle, it's fine.

You: No, you'll catch a cold if you drench yourself under the rain.

I ran into the shop, and fortunately, there's an extra umbrella in the sop. I handed the umbrella towards him.

You: It's a little small, you can bear with it while using this.

Evan stunned a little, staring at the umbrella in my hand, and hasn't been taking it even after some time has passed.

Evan: You'll need it after you're out of the car too.

You: But I only had to walk very little, it's not the same case for you.

While he's distracted, I stuffed the umbrella into his hand, turned around and ran towards the taxt. The raindrop drips on my head, it's cooling, but it's not wet.

I suddenly stopped my footsteps, and realized something's wrong.

You: Wait, I didn't say I'm going home, nor I called the taxi, why would there be a taxi to pick me up?! Is this the flaw of this illusionary world?

The car behind me suddenly started. The tires brushed across the road, splashing into neon-colored splatters. I subconsciously dodged sideways, but noticed that the surrounding night scene has all disappeared.

Only the branches of the willow trees by Madam Qin's house that's behind me that are moving and rustling.

You: Is the second illusionary world, over...?

Evan: It's over.

You: So the flaw was that taxi?

He hesitated for a moment, and only shook his head in the end. Then what would the flaw be? I don't understand.

Rustling sounds are heard. Evan took out a yellowing letter from the stack of documents.

Then handed the remaining to me.

You: But I haven't broke through the third illusionary world.

Evan: That's unimportant anymore. My aim was solely this envelope.

I paused, and reached my arm out. I didn't expect Evan to open the envelope and placed it on the top, and handed it together into my hands.

Evan: If you're afraid that you're missing out on anything, you can confirm the contents of this letter.

You: Okay, thank you.

This is a letter to express gratitude, it's a letter from Xiao Lang to an anonymous named Mockingbird. It wasn't delivered out of unknown reasons.

According to the words from the letter, Mockingbird has financed him and Madam Qin throughout the period when Xiao Lang just left Yu Da Academy.

At the last part of the letter, it says: Now that I've understood your true identity from others who have also received aid, rather than helping us, I hope you will take more care of your safety.

True identity, ensure safety. These terms exudes a sense of danger, so I looked towards Evan.

You: This Mockingbird...

Evan: Is my mother, she passed away many years ago.

You: I'm sorry for making you to recall your sad past.

He paused a little, slender fingers caressing the folded corner of the letter.

Evan: But judging from this letter, it doesn't seem that way. I actually don't understand my own mother.

There aren't much changes in Evan's expression, but his gaze lingered a little longer on the letter, as though he's reminiscing; as though he's blaming himself; as though he's resistant.

I folded the letter carefully and returned it to him, and there's an urge that makes me want to speak.

You: But I think, she must be a kind and stubborn person. You see, the letter said that there are many people who have received her help for years.

I looked up, wanting to say more comforting words, but only to remain where I stood as soon as I met Evan's gaze.

That, is a rich patch of emptiness.

Evan: Perhaps, she's trying to atone certain sins. Even if those sins were actually unrelated to her.

As though Evan realized something, he shook his head.

Evan: Don't mind it.

I shook my head, still wanting to say something. But by the time I looked up again, the figure dressed in black trenchcoat has already walked far away.

I flipped through the pages of the documents in my hand. One page, two pages, three pages... suddenly, I stopped.

The touch of the papers are completely different from what I felt in Madam Qin's house. These yellowing papers are smooth to the touch, and they are fragile too. This is what old paper should feel like. In an instant, many details that I have neglected surged into my mind.

The grey-colored tiles that doesn't feel right when they were stepped on, the photo frame that I can't grasp onto, and the suddenly-changing weather when I left Madam Qin's house...

An answer surfaced in my ind, so I can't help but to yell towards Evan's figure--

You: Evan, I know the third illusionary world now! It's Madam Qin's house, right?! I've been in your illusionary world from the very start!

As soon as I finished speaking, a patch of whiteness lays before me. The sky and ground are entirely flowing softly, that I can't help but to close my eyes. By the time I opened my eyes again, I noticed myself standing under the eaves by the roadside.

The sky is drizzling, and it'll be Madam Qin's home if I walk a little further.

You: Have we... returned to the real world? So does it mean I actually haven't met Madam Qin?

Evan: What you saw was an illusionary world I've created. I've already met Madam Qin before your arrival. Those words were what she told me.

I nodded in a blur, feeling complicated, and I suddenly am at loss of words.

He said he wouldn't help me, but he still handed these documents to me in the end.

What kind of person exactly Evan is? I've been thinking that he's gentle and unpredictable, but sometimes I would feel that his gentleness seems to be coming from his indifference and ignorance towards everything.

Yet just now, it seems like I've seen another side of him, a completely opposite side.

Suddenly, I recalled the nightmare I had very, very long ago... No, I should call that an illusionary world. Now that I think of it, that's also something Evan made.

The boy who was pushed into the fountain but not struggling, the youth who stood under the heavy rains fully stained in blood...

I can't help but to think of the kind of thoughts he had when he set up these illusionary worlds.

No matter if what happens within are real or not, I instinctively believe, that the pain all placed onto him are all real.

Evan opens an umbrella and accompanied me to the subway station. I've been reading the documents in my hand on our way, and there's a paper that almost fell out, probably because it wasn't aligned with the rest.

I picked it up, but only to notice it's yet another rolled, yellowing envelope, with beautiful ink writing all over it.

Letter: :"Xiao Lang, I'm really sorry, there's so many folded traces on this letter. My son is recently very interested in origami, so any paper in the house are all ravaged by him. He's particularly skillful in folding little animals, so I asked him to fold a mockingbird and delivered it with the letter. He knows I love staying in the door, so he left after placing the finished mockingbird on the windowsill outside the window. Subconsciously, he has already became so tall. These are all unimportant words. Thank you for your concern from the pervious letter, I'm living very well, I hope you and also my child will be healthy and safe forever."

The date of the letter is even earlier than the one from Evan, and the signature of the letter is Mockingbird. This is a reply from the past!

Perhaps it has been too long ago, that I can no longer feel the emotions attached onto it.

But I can still see a gentle smiling face, where the woman looks at her child making handicraft under the windowsill, and couldn't help herself to write these words.

Didn't Evan see such a reply? I stopped my footsteps.

You: Evan!

Evan stopped, and looked towards me.

You: There's a replying letter from Mockingbird, you forgot it.

Evan: Reply?

You: Yes. It... looks like it spoke of something about you. Look.

Evan now became the one in hesitance. He reaches his arm out, and receives it.

But he didn't hold it well. Winds brushed over, and brought the paper away from his loose fingertips.

You: Ah!

It flew over railings, brushed across the trees, and before I could manage to chase after it, I watched it falling onto the river, and sunk very quickly.

You: It would've been great if I could let it go a little later...

Evan: I was the one who couldn't hold it well. It's fine, I didn't really want to know the content on it either.

I took a deep breath, and looked towards him a little nervously.

You: But I saw it. If you wanted to know about it, I can tell it to you.

Evan stunned, and slowly nodded.

Evan: Okay, next time the.

You: Okay, next time.

Next time, when will it be?

We looked at the water surface, until the last corner of the paper has also disappeared.

??: Fiancee, did you drop something into the water?

I couldn't respond all of a sudden, and answered in reflex.

You: No...

??: Oh, then you must've been helping others.

A silver head that has an oddly neat hairstyle leaned towards me.

You: Charlie?!

Charlie looks at the rippling surface, nodding thoughtfully, and took his phone out.

Charlie: Jill, please send a salvage team to SanXiang Rd. Yes, now.

My jaw dropped at the current scent. Within mere minutes, a few motorboats pulling large nets appeared on the river.

A man in black picked the letter where the writings are no longer seen among the fallen leaves and bottles, then handed it to Charlie.

And also within the same few minutes, the entire team disappeared without a trace.

Charlie nodded in satisfaction, turning towards the completely unfazed Evan, and handed the drenched paper to him.

Charlie: It'll be faster for professionals to do things like this.

Evan: Thank you for your assistance, Mr. Zha. It's is a cheque, you can fill the fee for the equipment for the salvage team on it, and send it to the receptionist of Warson group. They will know what to do.

Charlie's purple gaze darkens a little, dashingly removed his glove, and feigned a handshake with him.

Evan: Since you know me, looks like she has mentioned about me.

Evan: I will not force her to mention unhappy experiences.

Charlie: My fiancee has instead told me her unhappy experiences in the company.

Chirp chirp--

The atmosphere where the two seemed polite but actually about to break a fight is suddenly broken by a weird sound.

You: What sound is that?

Charlie: It's my alarm. The market entry ceremony is about to start in two hours. I was worried that you're stuck in the traffic jam, so I came to pick you up in advance. Dear mister, where are you headed to? Do you need me to be kind till the very end and send you home?

Evan: My car is parked right there.

Evan gestured towards the roadside, a classical black car is parked there, it's something I've never seen before.

You: How rare, you're driving yourself.

Evan: Yeah. Since it's a rare opportunity, want to have a ride? I'll send you to the venue.

Evan's tone sounded with a tender inquiry.

Charlie: This won't do. Sounds like you don't drive often, it's not too safe.

Charlie shook his head and opened his palm sideways. There's immediately a man in black handed a large yellow sticker into his hand.

There are four large words written on it: Newbie on the road.

Charlie: I'll gift you this newbie sticker, you're welcome. Yellow kinda matches with your car.

Evan: It might not be the case with your car. The place your car parked at doesn't look like a parking spot.

The three of us looked sideways together, and with a click, the police on a motorbike printed a yellow traffic ticket, and sticked it onto the window of the black and gold sports car.

Yet although the sports car is parked into a square frame drawn with chalk--

You: Pfft, isn't this the outline of hopscotch drawn by some child?

Charlie's expression paused for a second, then shrugged right after.

Charlie: To be able to make you smile so happily, the value of the traffic ticket has ascended. I hope I can still keep it after paying the fine. Alright, fiancee, let's go.

[Choice]

Light: Board Charlie's Car

Night: Board Evan's Car

[Light Choice: Board Charlie's Car]

You: Okay.

I apologized to Evan, but he didn't say anything.

[Night Choice: Board Evan's Car]

You: It's better for me to board his car.

I still wanted to ask Evan about illusionary worlds, so I declined Charlie.

The new building in Guang Qi's CBD has a glass screen wall supported with the latest technology, and the letters NOVATEN are flowing on the wall's surface that is adjusted to dark brown.

The lawn in front of the building is carefully trimmed, and right now, the place is set up with pure white seats and long sheds.

The message reminded me that my congratulatory flower basket has been sent, so I quickly headed over to have a look.

Charlie examined the flower basket of interchanging colors of purple, then asked me to take a few photos with the flower basket.

Charlie: Fiancee, why does it say "To NOVATEN & Charlie" on it?

You: I only know you from the entire group. This is also your family business, so it doesn't matter even if I write your name on it, right?

Charlie: Then there's one name that's still missing.

You: What?

Charlie: Of course it's yours, fiancee. I'm not forcing a marriage okay, it's just that there are indeed a little too many love rivals, I'm having a crisis awareness now. I've been telling myself just now, "Charlie, watch your image, don't lose your manners".

He spoke as he flicked his hair and tidied his collars.

Charlie: How do I look today? Did I make my fiancee proud?

You: Very handsome! But it's your main event today, why do you have to make me proud?

I showed him a thumbs up, then pressed the curled hair on the top of his head down.

Charlie: When everyone mentioned about today in the future, they will all say "Look, the one cutting the ribbon on the stage is Y/N's fiance." It's of utmost importance.

You: Okay, you've made me very proud! Speaking of it, where's my seat? It doesn't seem like it's written on the invitation letter.

Charlie turned the nameplate by his hand over, and my written is written right on it.

Charlie: Right beside me, a perfect angle.

You: The first row?!

Charlie: Whether onstage or offstage, it's guaranteed that you will not miss out a single detail on me.

I looked around the seats around me, those labelled on the nameplates are all important titles, as though many leaders of large corporate groups are here... as my gaze arrived the center, I paused a little.

You: Who's on that seat?Why isn't there a table plate on it?

Charlie is still measuring the flower basket without looking up.

Charlie: It's a busybody person.

You: Busybody?

???: How sad. I helped my baby son to invite his lover to the venue, only to have myself falling into receiving such a review.

I jolted in surprise, turned around, only to see a man standing behind us.

He's very tall, with black hair, doesn't look young, but it's difficult to tell his exact age. He has an imposing demeanor, and a familiar feeling exudes between his brows.

With "baby son" said... could he be--

Just when I was about to stand up as a polite gesture, but Charlie has instead grabbed onto my wrist and made me remain where I was.

Charlie: Old man, can you stop coming out and scaring people like this? You're making your own decision on everything. If you asked their opinion before doing that, you might perhaps receive gratitude.

Charlie spoke rather speechlessly, but the man doesn't seem to mind at all, and smiled at me after sitting beside us.

???: Miss Y/N, apologies for the sight of foolishness. Looks like he doesn't plan to introduce on my behalf, I'll do it myself then. I'm Charlie's father, and also the chairman of NOVATEN, Zha ZhaoPeng. 

*The original writing is 查兆澎.

You: Hello--

I nodded and greeted him politely, and suddenly recalled myself running away from the marriage.

Although it is already rarely mentioned between Charlie and I besides having the title of fiancee left...

But now that I'm facing his father, I still can't help myself to feel uncomfortable.

As though the man before me can see through my mind, he stood up, and pretentiously shook his head in disappointment.

Zha ZhaoPeng: I shall not be the old father that makes people hate me.

You: I didn't mean it that way--

Zha ZhaoPeng: Miss Y/N, please don't be cautious, feel free to look around. You've given Charlie a lot of care throughout the period he's in Guang Qi city. I sincerely express my gratitude to you.

 Leaving a sentence like this, Charlie's father nodded at us lightly, and left in large strides.

You: Actually, I didn't really take care of you either.

Charlie nodded pretentiously.

Charlie: Fiancee, I'm very glad that you've finally realized this problem. Am I able to receive more "care" from now on?

You: I've said it wrongly, I've actually managed to care for you.

Charlie: Yeah, then keep up with the good work.

I can't help but to laugh, he can always come up with a response no matter what I say.

After exchanging some chattering, a clear female voice sounded from the speakers.

Host: The market entry ceremony of NOVATEN Pharmaceutical Group will begin half an hour later, dear respected guests...

You: Didn't you say you're going to cut the ribbons? Won't you have to go to the backstage now?

Charlie: Yeah, I should be at the backstage now.

You: Then why are you--

Charlie: But there's something I have to confess to you, there shouldn't be anything hidden between husband and wives.

His expressions looked very serious, and it's a very rare sight if he's not wearing his white cloak, so I straightened my body solemnly.

Charlie: The invitation letter, and the suit, I didn't send them to you.

You: I've guessed it, it's your father who sent them to my home, right?

Charlie: You knew?

He seemed to be a little surprised, that his purple pupils widened slightly.

You: Didn't he just say he invited on behalf of you or something... I could still guess it okay.

Charlie lets out a breath of relief, and lets out a clear snap on his fingertips.

Charlie: But this seat, is indeed carefully selected by Charlie, and is arranged in person for you.

You: Then what happens if I say if I'm not free to participate the market entry ceremony?

You: ABout that...

Charlie stood up, leaned down slightly, and his warm breath lingered by my ears.

Charlie: Then I'll write "Charlie's fiancee" on the table plate.

You: Charlie!

I jumped up and covered my burning ears, but the culprit is already long gone, only leaving me with a figure of him waving at me from behind, and a laughter.