Chapter 201 What Is Love?

"It's really strange that you would show such an expression."

Bad Day clicked his tongue happily, crossed his legs, leaned back and leaned on the back of the sofa, marveling at Russell's restraint: "I thought of the little kitten on the airship again.

"When you're not familiar with her, she seems very well-behaved. But once you're familiar with her, she suddenly becomes unlovable."

Just like a cat that is sent to the pet hospital for a bath, it will stay still and let the doctor touch it; but when it wants to be touched at home, it will scratch and bite it.

"...If you think about it carefully, it's pretty cool."

"It's all over the place, right?"

Russell responded lazily: "I guess that's what you want to say. I don't object to it...cats are indeed such arrogant animals."

After taking off his coat, he huddled on another small sofa to the left of Bad Ri. The somewhat anxious mood before quickly calmed down.

This is not a long sofa, but the kind where people can sit and drink tea.

But Russell almost never sat properly - Russell's body was extraordinarily soft because of his psychopathy.

He can easily "fold" himself on this kind of sofa and curl up into a ball.

Perhaps because cats like cardboard boxes, they like to shrink in small spaces. This was more comfortable for Russell than sitting upright or lying down straight.

Seeing that Russell had even closed his eyes... I was not sure whether Russell was going to just ignore himself and fall asleep directly.

He straightened up, came over and kept pushing Russell, trying to wake him up.

"I said, hey, I said - when did you start?"

"It hasn't started yet..."

"Really? When did you start to like her?"

"...When did you like her?"

Hearing this, Russell opened his eyes slightly.

He also began to think seriously.

……yes.

Speaking of which, when did it start?

From the first time we met, we were shy about touching each other's ears?

Or hearing her childhood pity while out to dinner?

Was it the warmth that surged from the bottom of his heart when he saw her furiously protecting him when she was attacked by Familiar and Labyrinth?

Or was it the slight itch she felt when her warm breath gently touched her face when she patiently put on makeup after learning about her psychic powers?

Or was it the sense of security that she brought home when she picked him up on that rainy night?

After such calculation, Russell discovered that there seemed to be some subtle problems here:

Why, think about it carefully...

Except for the faint excitement when she put on makeup, the other scenes were more like Delphinium being the man and him being the woman being seduced?

So, what did you do for Delphinium?

Russell thought about it carefully, but felt guilty... He didn't seem to have done anything.

Of course, it is also possible that he did do something unintentionally, but because it was not intentional, Russell did not think it was important, so he did not take it to heart at all. I have almost forgotten it until now.

But to be specific, when did it start...

"...I can't remember."

Russell shrank back into the sofa and replied in a low voice honestly: "If you say when you felt amazing, it was the first time. But it wasn't like you.

"I can't tell you the moment I fell in love with her. Looking back on the past, I found that I seemed to be a little moved in every scene, but when I think about it carefully, I am not attracted to her enough.

"Perhaps it is the accumulation of those little bits and pieces of daily life. As the living habits adapt to each other, the understanding of her gradually increases..."

"You mean, love grows over time?"

"I'm probably not the kind of person who is in love for a long time."

Russell murmured, and he was actually a little confused: "I should be the type who becomes less lovable the longer we get along with him.

"My friends may still be 'captured' by me at first. But in the end, they will almost all gradually alienate me... Until the end, they will not get tired of my best friends, and they will also say 'you' to me." They called me 'dog' and so on. But I think I should be closer to a cat in personality.

"Maybe what I do is a little bit silly."

"Hey, hey, hey," Bad Ri was a little unhappy, "You said that, have you ever considered what a real dog thinks? I'm going to sue you for spiritual discrimination.

"...But that's not a bad thing."

He touched his chin: "It sounds like you are more autistic than I thought. But your mind is surprisingly delicate and sensitive.

"It's not so much that love grows over time, but that the warm life and sense of identity melt the ice you use to protect yourself.

"It sounds a bit like the style of a pseudo-three-no literary girl - she looks very indifferent to emotions, but in fact she just doesn't know how to deal with others, and is essentially shy and timid. So when she meets a gentle male protagonist, she It will be melted by the warmth... I watched animations with similar themes when I was a child."

Hearing this, Russell was startled.

is that so?

He didn't even have time to complain about the contrast between the bad day metaphor and his image, but he felt a strange sense of recognition.

Maybe this is really the case...

"You don't have to think too much," Bad Ri waved his hand, "How can there be only one truth about feelings.

"Just make sense. Stop overthinking it."

"...You sound quite experienced."

Russell asked quietly: "Do you have your own wife?"

"I've never even had a girlfriend," Bad Day confidently picked up a piece of potato chips, "Do you know how old I was when I betrayed my family?"

"I heard you were so confident and proud, and I thought you were quite experienced."

"I have quite a bit of experience as a bystander. There is a saying that those who are obsessed with the authorities know better by others. As a bystander, I definitely have more experience than the person involved."

Bad Day has no doubts about his words: "And what I have learned from my experience is that finding a girlfriend is too troublesome, so I would be better off watching other people fall in love.

"If everything goes well, I can eat some candy on the side; if everything goes badly, I can also have fun on the side. It's called a win-win, barber."

“Is it a win-win?”

“A win-win means a bad day always wins twice.”

He smiled and said: "Would you like potato chips?"

"No, I came back after I was full."

Russell shook his head and retreated into the sofa again.

Bad Ri moved his butt and came closer, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, I said...

"Why don't you use your talent on Delphinium?"

"……What did you say?"

"It's your talent of being able to understand other people's hearts and imitate them. Don't try to lie to me, I know you must have it."

Bad Day added: “Aren’t you unsure of what she thinks of you?

"Then why don't you use that talent of yours to judge her affection for you?"

"……forget it."

Russell huddled into a smaller ball, not wanting to pay attention to Bad Day, who kept coming up with bad ideas.

"You must be afraid."

Bad Day pointedly pointed out: "You are afraid that your imitation will make the delphinium fear you and hate you; you are also afraid that after reading her heart, you will not find the love of a lover in her heart. But just put it in You care about me as a junior, as a younger brother...right?"

"A gentle person is gentle to everyone. She is such a gentle person... It's natural for me to be scared."

"It's more than that."

Bad Ri smiled: "I think...it's because you are vaguely aware that the answer you value most cannot be imitated."

The most important answer...

Is it [love]?

Hearing this, Russell was stunned.

He quickly realized that when Bad Day discovered this... it was probably when he met Morgan.

"Why do you think Morgan agrees that you are not Bluebird?

"Because in your imitation, there is indeed no love for her like Lan Gegui. You think you have imitated her very much, and your heart is already hurting. But love is not the kind of thing that brings pain."

Bad Day crossed his arms and answered with certainty.