So many things happened that Wen didn't expect that day, that after dinner was finished in a harmonious atmosphere and Bruce and Dick dispersed one by one, Wen was a little bit out of his mind.

OK.

You are still awesome.

If nothing else, anyone in the entire Wayne family can beat her up when it comes to pretending that nothing happened.

It was difficult for Wen to describe her feelings. She could say she was disappointed. She could not help but get out of the embarrassing and suffocating environment. But she could not say she was happy. How could she really feel happy when she was alone in this luxurious castle?

This was not a planned visit to the castle, and it was even more impossible for her to start visiting the entire castle leisurely just because everyone who made her feel uncomfortable had left...

...or can she?

Wen climbed up to the small attic and sat at the window sill at the top of the attic, overlooking the entire Wayne Manor.

Today's weather was not bad for Gotham. The light mist made the visual range much smaller. However, relying on the impressions in his dream, Wen could still describe the general appearance of the entire manor in his mind.

However, these mist inevitably caused her to confuse reality and dreams.

"So you are here." Dick's brisk voice sounded behind her, and with the sound of footsteps approaching from far away, Dick stopped behind Wen, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Please feel free to do so," Wen replied.

Dick sat down.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked bluntly.

"I wonder if this is a dream." Wen replied.

"Of course this is reality."

"That's not true. What evidence do you have to prove that this is reality?"

"Because if this is a dream, then what happened downstairs before us should be better, at least less embarrassing," Dick said, "or worse at all. There are dreams and nightmares in this world, but it shouldn't be

As for the existence of such a real and embarrassing dream."

Wen was convinced.

"I thought you didn't feel the embarrassment of what just happened." She then mocked, "All of you are pretending like it didn't happen."

"You are also one of 'everyone'."

"I know how to deal with bad situations, but I don't know how to deal with embarrassing situations. I have never experienced embarrassment," Wen said, turning her face sideways and giving Dick a tried-and-tested smile, "Do you think anyone would tolerate it?

Does it embarrass me? Do you believe such a thing exists?"

It's really hard to say which one is more beautiful, her side face or her front face. However, when she only showed a small half of her cheeks that were covered by black hair, the natural charm in her eyes was diluted.

Charming is actually a very aggressive temperament.

And when her charm was downplayed, her weakness was highlighted. The corners of her eyes drooped slightly because she was in a bad mood, and her lips, although she was smiling, could not make people feel true happiness, all of which made her exude a strong feeling.

The “come comfort me” hint.

Or, Dick thought, he should replace "Come and comfort me" with "Come and do what I want."

"——No." Dick said, "No one can do that, not even the most cruel person."

"I don't know how to get along with you." Wen Zhong looked out the window, "You don't know how to get along with me either."

"We can try..."

Wen let out an impatient chuckle: "I don't have good hopes for this kind of thing."

Dick put the question another way: "Can I know why you harbor such strong suspicions of us? You don't dislike or hate us, you just have a rather cold suspicion of us, and you never even try to hide your suspicions.

Doubtful. You don’t seem like the kind of person who always harbors doubts. I mean - of course, we checked some information about you, and you behave quite well in normal times - "

"Be trusting of others."

"I wouldn't describe it that way, but I think you understand what I mean."

"Mr. Wayne asked you to ask?"

"Not everything has to do with him, Wen."

"Everything has to do with him."

Dick vaguely understood what Wen meant: "You mean, your attitude has something to do with him?"

"I don't really want to chat. When I want to chat, I will take the initiative to find someone to chat with, Dick." Wen stood up, "This place belongs to you, enjoy your private time without being disturbed."

She went downstairs and wanted to go back to the bedroom, but then changed her mind.

She went straight to the study.

The light was so bright that Wen heard the slight sound of typing on the keyboard before she got close. She turned the corner and found Tim sitting on the small sofa, with several books spread out in front of him, and he frowned tightly.

He was so focused on the screen that he didn't notice Wen walking in.

If he was quiet enough, Wen wouldn't mind sharing space with him. But since Tim looked like a college student struggling to catch up on his paper before a deadline, Wen thought it would be best for her not to disturb Tim.

She left the study and stood in the long corridor, feeling slightly at a loss.

A strong feeling of not belonging.

She wouldn't feel this way in New York or Iceland, because she clearly knew that was not the place where she should belong.

She used to travel or wander through unfamiliar streets. She knew that what she was about to see and experience was brand new, and she also knew that she had made such a choice.

But standing in Wayne's main house, everything about this house seemed so familiar to her, like her feet had landed after flying for too long.

——She did not feel that she was grounded, but instead felt slightly dizzy.

Wen stood there for a long time, and finally walked straight towards Bruce's small study room. When she walked to the door, she changed her mind and thought that she should go back to the room. She could play some time-killing games to pass the time before going to bed.

time.

"Come in," Bruce said.

He was discovered. Damn it. Did he have sharp hearing or installed a surveillance camera at the door?

Wen sighed in his heart and walked in reluctantly.

Bruce had already stood up from the desk and walked to the door to greet her. He didn't seem to be bothered at all by what happened a few hours ago. His black hair was meticulously taken care of. Compared with the photos and videos he released to the public,

, the only difference is that he didn't wear a formal suit.

"Please take a seat." Bruce said, gesturing towards Wen to a small reception area not far away.

It's because the house is so big that you can put small sofas and coffee tables that can accommodate four or five people in every room.

Wen sighed unabashedly.

Bruce was obviously a little helpless: "Wen?"

"Boring," Wen said. "'We need to talk'?"

"No, I'm not going to say that. I think in your mind, we haven't reached the point where we can talk yet." Bruce said, "Please sit down. As long as it makes you feel more comfortable and relaxed, just lie down."

You can also come down."

Wen chose to sit down, not because it was uncomfortable to lie down, but because it was uncomfortable to do so in front of Bruce.

"There's a spare laptop here, and some books," Bruce said. "They'll be placed where you can see them if needed. I still have some work to do, so you can find something to do on your own."

Wen asked him: "Are you quiet enough?"

"Very quiet," Bruce replied. "No phone calls or video calls."

She really didn't want to be alone in the main Wayne mansion, but she still hesitated to share a room with Bruce. She glanced outside the door, thinking about the chances of not being disturbed here——

"No one will come." Bruce seemed to see through her thoughts, and there was a slight smile in his eyes, "No one will come to disturb me when I am working."

"But you didn't even close the door."

Bruce shrugged rather coolly.

"This has nothing to do with whether I locked the door or not."

Wen guessed that this might be something called majesty or dominance.

"Is it my imagination or did you just scold me in your mind?"

"I just think you are very dignified." Wen said, "This shouldn't be considered a scolding."

"It depends on whether the word majesty is a compliment or a derogation in your mind." Bruce changed his stance to a more relaxed posture.

"It's a neutral word," Wen said, "it barely has a positive connotation."

"That's a compliment to me." Bruce said with a smile, "It's not easy. I thought you would only compliment my appearance. That's not really a compliment. You are obviously very satisfied with your appearance, and

We are very similar.”

"I'm sorry that I behaved so badly when we first met," Wen said, "Normally I wouldn't be so - out of control."

"So that's true." Bruce showed a hurt expression.

"It's a pity that I can't say something like 'I hope you know that's not my intention'... Actually, I can also say it, but that would be boring. I don't like lying. After lying, I always need more ways to cover up the lie.

A lie requires more lies to cover up, and eventually things will get out of control and will always defeat the purpose of the original lie." Wen said, "I do hate you."

"Because of me in the parallel world?"
To be continued...