"I thought your attitude would be more intense," Wendy said.

Her shadow is reflected in the mirror, making it difficult to tell what is true and what is false.

But Wen doesn't care much about what's true or false. She thinks she has three greatest strengths: she can see clearly, she can think openly, and she knows when to hide things and when to be honest. These three strengths are enough for her to cope with.

All the problems she encountered.

Aren't games also fake? She doesn't feel unhappy playing games just because the games are fake.

"I quite like this room. Apart from being too spacious, the layout is very reasonable." Wen said, "The distance between the bed and the small balcony is just right. When the window is open, you can see the outside scenery, but it will not be blocked by the window.

People are looking directly at me; the desk is close to the corner. Even if I open the door, I can ensure the privacy when I sit there, but I will not completely miss the movement at the door. Even the dressing table that I don’t use at all

It’s not a failure—I don’t wear makeup, but I still need to put some skin care lotion on it, and I can also use it when combing my hair.”

Wendy said calmly: "Alfred has always been thoughtful."

"You never mentioned the butler. I think he should play the role of grandfather to a certain extent, right?" Wen said with interest, "Or is he really just a butler?"

"He does play the role of a grandfather, but he is a grandfather who dotes on his son extremely and would advise his grandchildren not to care too much about their father." Wendy said, "And he is an Englishman——"

"Oh," he said calmly, "English people who don't show their emotions."

Wen crossed his legs and turned around on the chair, changing from facing the dressing mirror to facing the room: "I don't want to live here."

"Because the furnishings in my room are exactly the same?"

"I've wanted to say it for a long time, you don't have to act so prickly." Wen looked at the room, "Of course I'm different from you, but I don't remember to draw a clear line with you. I don't like your character, you

Your style and your… well, basically, I don’t like everything about you.”

Wendy smiled.

"But we are indeed very different and extremely similar." Wen said, "This means that I will never be able to hate you that much in a true sense."

"That's it." Wendy sighed and said, "You will always be like this. A slap in the face and then a sweet date are our consistent styles, but the difference is that I slap people uncontrollably and then give a sweet date to make up for it.

Zao, and you are..."

"I'm just telling the truth." Wen said helplessly, "You deliberately hurt others."

"That's it." Wendy replied, "I always wonder, if my last name wasn't Wayne, people would think I was a spoiled girl so they tolerated my meanness, and if I wasn't so smart and pretty, people would think I wasn't.

I may be perfect, so I must have character flaws, so what else is there to like about me?”

Wen said: "Is this why you hate taking pills and becoming 'normal'?"

"...Yes." Wendy said, "I can't lose my advantage."

"You're so boring." Wen simply didn't understand why some people would think about these questions that have no answer at all. "This kind of thinking can be completely replaced. If you were not your father's daughter, would he still love you? If you were born

Can you live happily in an ordinary family?"

"No. Can't." Wendy said.

"I'm not asking a question. Your sister has already been born. You already exist. All questions about 'existence' can be stopped here. Unless you plan to become a philosopher, this kind of question will do no harm except make you feel worried.

profit."

Wendy said: "I hate your supposed optimism."

Wen said: "I hate your inexplicable pessimism."

Wendy said: "I hate that you can easily get answers that I can't."

Wen said: "I hate it when you always ask for trouble from an angle that I don't understand."

Wendy said: "I hate it when you master things that I can't do."

"I hate it when you turn all that one plus one equals two into why one plus one equals two," Wen said.

Wendy said: "I hate it when you are so generous and kind to me."

Wen paused for a moment: "You really know what it means to give a sweet date after a slap."

Wendy said: "I hate it when you try your best to find something to laugh about in a tragedy."

Wen said: "I don't even regard the tragedy in your eyes as a tragedy."

Wendy said: "I hate that you are indispensable in my life."

Wen said: "Actually, you like me very much."

Wendy said: "I hate that you never like me."

"...Actually, it's not to the extent of 'dislike'. You are a bit like an old-fashioned mother, or an overly controlling sister, or a willful sister." Wen said, "We just have different concepts.

You're not a bad person, so you won't be annoying to me."

"If we weren't in the same body like this," Wendy said, "you wouldn't have given me a chance to show my 'not bad person'."

"..."

Damn it, Wen thought, she was right.

"Even if you find that I'm not a bad person, my shortcomings will make it completely impossible for you to like me." Wendy said, "You just - you just accept my existence. You just try to understand me and comfort me."

I, actually you don’t agree with me at all.”

"..."

Damn it, Wen thought, there was never a time when this guy didn't make her feel difficult.

She wouldn't think that Wendy's existence was an illusion simply based on how difficult she was to deal with it, because in the illusion, she had never seen such a difficult object that made her feel helpless.

"Now you're starting to think I'm annoying you." Wendy continued, "Our conversations always end with, I feel like you don't understand me, and you think I'm annoying."

"...Do you have to tear everything apart and come to this skeptical conclusion?"

"Yes." Wendy said, "That's how I am, this is who I am."

"Never changes?"

"I can't change."

"The core is not actually who you are, but that you can't accept who you are." Wen shrugged, "Sceptics also have the charm of skeptics. Just because most people don't accept it doesn't mean that everyone doesn't.

Acceptance. In my opinion, you just can't accept yourself, so you can't accept everyone who can accept you."

"..."

Wendy's expression looked dark and unclear.

"We've been here too long. Is there anything else you want to say before I go downstairs?"

"Don't deliberately harm the Wayne family in this world." Wendy said, "They are...innocent."

Wen was dissatisfied: "I didn't hurt them intentionally, okay? It's just that they are just as hard to understand as your family, and I'm telling the truth."

"The truth is hurtful enough."

"Then what I said was not out of anger but something they asked for themselves." Wen replied with her unique calmness and coldness, "You want them to have special treatment?"

"..."

"It seems that we have reached a consensus." Wen said happily, "I will not express my anger, but I will not give them any special treatment."

"You make me feel like you are expressing your anger."

Wen said very gently: "Don't be like this, sister, you know, if I get angry, I won't act so calm. I will give everyone a splitting headache in three minutes. After all, I don't like to pretend.

"

While Wendy agreed, she still felt uneasy: "... It's scary enough that you don't pretend and just tell the truth. Wen, the conversation atmosphere in our family is really not like when you speak."

"What kind?" Wen pretended not to know.

"Terrible honesty." Wendy bit her lower lip and said, "Terrible honesty. You spoke as if you were forcing them to get naked in front of you."

"It's as if I wasn't honest when I spoke." Wen dismissed it, "What? I'm already naked, so I'm not qualified to ask them to be naked?"

"This is terrible, and you may get a terrible answer." Wendy murmured, "I don't think you have done anything wrong, but we have to - we have to do as the Romans do, right? We always give priority to the master's wishes.

Bar?"

"Let me remind you, our status in this family is that of 'daughters', not guests. Biological, blood-related, absolutely irrefutable 'daughters'. No matter whether we are or not, in their perception

We are." Wen reminded, "How pathetic do you want to make this situation?"

"I'm scared."

"overcome."

"I am anxious."

"endure."

"I am very nervous."

"Pretend it's not happening, since you've always been good at pretending like this." Wen said, "Or do you come? I can really quit. After all, these things have nothing to do with me. It's not like I don't have my own parents."

"Scold them, scold them angrily, ridicule them, make them so desperate that they can't bear to die - do whatever makes you happy," Wendy immediately turned her back, "Don't let me do it, I can't do it, I can't do it."

"...You have changed too quickly!"
To be continued...