"The kind without any intention at all? No."

"Then let me start." Wen didn't care. "Why do you want to see your second brother? Well, he is not your second brother. Why do you want to see the second brother's weapons arsenal in this world?"

"You know that the time flow rate in my world and this world is different..."

"What?" Wen was shocked again, "Does the flow of time in these two worlds differ?"

Wendy: "..."

She scolded Wen: "Why didn't you make yourself stupid to death?"

"I have no idea about time. Did you just discover it today?" Wen curled his lips and waved enthusiastically to Wendy, "Stop standing over there and come sit here. Just sit next to me."

Wendy looked at Wen as if a little surprised, and then looked at her crossed legs - she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

She imitated Wen and sat down opposite Wen.

Wen stared at Wendy's face intently, and Wendy looked at her for no apparent reason.

"I haven't looked in the mirror carefully yet." Wen suddenly said, "Now that you are sitting across from me, it feels like I am looking in the mirror."

"It's different." Wendy said, "The details of our movements are different, our habits are different, and our moods and expressions are also different. When you smile, your facial features stretch outward, but you may not be aware of this.

Point, but when I laugh-"

"You never show your teeth." Wen said, "And you rarely really smile. Your expression is always very fake, but very fake. It's like looking at the camera anytime, anywhere.

You have to maintain your manners."

"People in upper class society don't respect exposing emotions." Wendy replied, "It may be because I spend more time in Britain. The school I go to is a ballet school. Expression management is also an important factor in performance. We have to show it at all times.

Very elegant, like a swan."

"Swans are not elegant! Swans are very aggressive at pecking people!" Wen sneered, "It's all fake. Swans are just animals. People are born with that look and it has nothing to do with elegance."

"We are not naturally elegant like swans, so we have to behave elegantly." Wendy said, "Otherwise we will be secretly laughed at."

Wen couldn't understand: "Why do you care so much about what people who you don't care about think of you?"

"I don't know what the people I care about think of me."

"You don't ask."

"What do I do after I ask? What if the answer I get isn't what I want? What if it's the exact opposite of what I wanted?"

"Whether you ask, the facts are all there." Wen said, "If you ask, at least it won't look like something... It won't be like a box where you don't know what's inside. If you want to know what's inside, just open it.

That’s it. If the box is empty, just find another box.”

"I just want that one box."

"Then you have to open it and see what's inside." Wen said, "If it's empty, try to put something in it. If it's not empty but the stuff inside isn't what you want, just put it in."

Empty it and fill it with whatever you want."

"It's not that simple." Wendy shook her head. She hesitated and then changed her mind, "It may be that simple for you, but not for me."

"Are you and your brother the only ones in your family?" Wen asked a different question, "There is a butler in your family, right?"

"Yes." Wendy said.

"I've never heard you mention a housekeeper. In a wealthy family like yours, the housekeeper shouldn't be dismissed casually, right?"

"Yes." Wendy said, "He has been taking care of this family since my grandparents' generation. My father and other members of the family respect him very much."

"You haven't mentioned your grandparents either."

"They died because of a robbery when my father was very young. This is Gotham, a dangerous city." Wendy said, "My father basically grew up under the care of the housekeeper."

"You've always seen photos of your grandparents, right?"

"No."

Wen was shocked again: "No? How is it possible? You must be kidding."

"They cannot be mentioned in my family." Wendy said, "Because it is said - it is just said that when the shooting occurred, my father was at the scene. He witnessed the death of his parents and was affected by it.

It was a big stimulus.”

"It seems that everything happens for a reason." Wen commented, "A dysfunctional family is one of the biggest reasons for people's distorted personalities, and your father brought this distortion to you when you grew up."

"..."

“Who do you like best in your family?”

"Of course it's my father."

Wen said: "I'm not asking you who you love most, I'm asking you who you like the most."

Now Wendy really started to feel uncomfortable. She frowned and leaned back: "I don't want to ask this question."

"You haven't thought about it, have you?"

"You could say," said Wendy, "I never thought about it."

Wen pondered for a while, and Wendy looked at her, curious about what Wen would say next.

She heard Wen say: "You like little brother the most, right?"

"..."

"I feel it should be him, because I think his emotions and reactions are the best for you to grasp." Wen shook his body briskly, "He is not as conflicted as your father, nor does he make you feel uncomfortable like your elder brother.

Know exactly what the other person is thinking. You may have liked the second brother the most before you met the second brother in this world, but it seems that he also hides a lot of things from you. As for the third brother... you mention him too few times, and it feels like he

There is no sense of existence at all.”

"If you must say so, maybe I do like him the most. But I also hate him the most."

"Nonsense, it's not like this at all when you hate someone. You hate everyone in your family, but you don't want to admit it. You only admit that you hate your little brother." Wen said, "You don't hate him."

"...Is this matter so important?"

"Have you ever thought that it would be the most convenient and concise way to ask your little brother what's going on?" Wen said, "Your little brother may not tell you, but from my perspective, he is the best breakthrough point."

"..."

"Have you ever truly loved anyone? Apart from people in your family?"

"My professor."

"Tony. He's very lovable, although I find him quite annoying. Have you told him?"

"We haven't talked about this kind of thing." Wendy said, "We don't discuss this kind of topic."

Wen said: "You have always been angry that your family has been dishonest to you, but you are just as dishonest as your family."

"When are you going to tell me why you chose The Count of Monte Cristo?"

Wen knew that she could no longer push her limits. She said: "I can sometimes see your past in my dreams, so I know roughly what happened when you were getting along with your family. That book is the first time you have been together."

He was reading when we were reading together in the study."

Wendy nodded silently.

"My life must be ridiculous in your eyes." Wendy said, "I will never get what I want most, I will always make a mess of things, I will always hurt the people who really care about me... I will never have enough courage.

To face the truth."

Wen was very pleased that Wendy had a clear understanding of her life, but she still comforted her: "At least you mustered up the courage to run away from home in the end."

"that's not me."

Wen was stunned.

But before she could ask any more questions, Wendy came over to her, gave her a touchless hug, and then disappeared from her eyes.

The cold moonlight shone on the bed sheets, making Wen feel... a sudden loneliness.

She jumped out of bed, leaving the book beside the bed, and then jumped to knock on Jason's door.

Jason didn't open the door.

She pounded hard for several minutes.

The door opened, and Jason lowered his head helplessly to look at her, with a depressed look on his face that he wanted to have an attack but couldn't: "What do you want to do? My equipment can't be used for you to play games! I can't get it for you either.

Game console!”

"I don't want to play games now." Wen said, "I just want to ask you a question."

"You ask."

"What kind of perverted family would be so self-righteous that they hide a secret from one of their family members that is known to everyone except this family member, and think that it doesn't matter at all?"

Jason was speechless: "..."

He didn't understand why he had to face such soul torture in the middle of the night.

"Am I an imbecile in your eyes?"

"..."

"Do you think I'm a retard?" Wen gestured on his head. "My brain is not fully developed and I don't have the ability to think on my own. I don't understand shit. You can't explain it to me. Other than hiding it from me."
To be continued...