[ Princess Delina ]
I sometimes think.
It was a fateful encounter.
It is so strange that from the first moment you meet someone, you will feel that you can spend the rest of your life with him, no matter what form, life with this person is like a natural and expected happiness.
I still remember the first time I met him.
Of course, maybe "she" should be addressed now. But then... Who would have thought she was a girl? His features are deep, although it does look soft, but his every move is heroic appearance, tall, wearing formal clothes look very handsome.
Ryan later told me that she was taller because she had added layers of thick insoles.
But anyway, she is the handsome prince image in my heart, when I first saw her, I felt that my life must have this person to participate in. I want to be his wife.
Things don't always go your way.
She told me she was a girl. I know she did this because she was afraid I would get stuck in the mud, and she had no intention of marrying me... At the time I almost broke down inside, but I was finally willing to accept this. Really, I think I love this person, not her gender.
I am grateful to her for doing so, although it was clear to me when she agreed to marry me that I would spend the rest of my life as a couple in a kind of friendship, and that all our warmth would have nothing to do with love.
But I will. As I said, I will try to be a good princess, and I will be a good queen, because it is her, and I am willing to bear all.
The hope was eventually dashed.
When I love a person carefully, that person is also careful, love another person. Help them leave. I brought it up.
Ryan was kind. I could tell she didn't want me involved. I'm sure she can find a better way to get away with that beautiful woman and put me in a good place. But I don't want to.
I am willing to offer to help and, in a selfless gesture, help them leave. But I know I'm being selfish, and I just want Lane to owe me something, and that's just part of her heart, even if it's just guilt.
It's the secret, invisible heart of my heart. No one knows.
Dear Ryan, you're very happy.
I still dream about when we first met, but now, I'm happy, too.
Wish us all the best.
The little steamed stuffed bun asked curiously: "Mother, what are you burning?" Is it a letter?"
The mature and elegant Queen nodded gently. "It is a letter addressed to herself. It can be burned now."
"Why burn it?"
"Because that was the past."
The paper burned away in the fire of the fireplace and became a fine, light ash. The Queen opened her hands to her son and saw the little prince in his formal dress rushing towards her. Her heart felt a calm softness.
The king came in from outside the temple with a smile on his face. "I hear you went out today?"
The Queen nodded and smiled. "I went to see a dear sister from many years ago. She's doing well."
The King raised his eyebrows and went to take her by the shoulder. "How nice is that? Like us?"
Delina chuckled.
"Yes... Just as good."