Chapter 27.1

Anyway, I think it would be better for me as a kind younger sister to say words that would comfort Alexid.

“Don’t worry. It will be fine. Whatever Alexid does, she’ll love it.”

“Really?”

That’s what I said, okay? And I have proof anyway. I’ve lived far longer than you.

I could assure anyone that Alexid’s best act was a proposal to her. I did everything I could to help him do a special proposal, but I ended up failing it.

Veronica laughed when the candles that Alexid had prepared in the greenhouse fell and set the greenhouse on fire.

A special failure. It was that level of failure, but Veronica still loved him.

“Thank you, Alexid. What an unforgettable proposal. You’re very passionate. But let’s not do this to anyone without asking permission from now on.”

Oh, Hallelujah. Just great.

Someone as kind as Veronica would never hate Alexid for only stumbling right in front of her. It will never happen.

He nodded his head roughly.

“Ha-ha-ha!” Alexid rubbed the towel on his face.

Oh, how dirty.

Alexid sniffled and picked up the cookie. I think he’s a little relieved now. He’s back to the usual kid I know.

Looking at Alexid, I was wondering why Veronica liked that human being, and Gerald shook my sleeve.

Gerald and I met gazes.

Gerald smiled beautifully again.

I asked, “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because you said I was pretty. Maybe you will keep looking at me if I’m pretty.”

“Then,” I pouted. “I’m not going to look at you,” I answered curtly. Gerald’s eyes turn red again. I had to see Gerald’s red eyes and it’s captivating me this much.

I didn’t mean to make the young Gerald cry now. Gerald is going to the Academy soon anyway. I’m not going to any academy as well.

The opportunity to move on will naturally come to me and my feelings will be gone.

The academy does not allow anyone to go outside except on a quarterly basis. Friends or acquaintances can send and receive letters Or I might have to go there and personally visit him.

But I don’t have to go now. Because we’re already not more than anything.

“Why, why, why?”

When asked three times in a row, Gerald laughed again.

“Me, too.”

“What?”

“I like Louella no matter what you do. I will never hate you.”

I felt suffocated for a moment.

Now I know that Gerald’s emotional weight is different from mine.

Gerald was only eight years old. At this time, Gerald was full of emotions I never saw and he never tried to hide his feelings.

Now I knew that Gerald would never do that in the future just because he said he liked me now.

I bit my lips.

Gerald was trying to chop me up once again with the face of a harmless child.

Gerald’s eyes sparkled in the light that shone upon him. I was afraid of the emotions in those eyes. I considered it a spark that would fade at any moment.

“I . . .”

Gerald’s eyes shook. his face was filled with tension as he listened and had expectations of what I had to say.

“What about me? Louella, what about me?” he asked, eyes filled with excitement. “Do you feel the same way?”

Before I could answer anything, the puppy stepped in. His mouth was covered with cookie powder and milk.

“What about me, Louella? You always like me, right? Because you’re my younger sister, of course!” Alexid pressed to make me answer immediately. “Right?

The strange atmosphere that formed between Gerald and me quickly dissipated.

Alexid nagged me. “Right? Right? Right?”

Veronica . . . please think again. This is cute? Do you really like this kid?

“Oh, go away!” I yelled.

“What? You’re so mean!” Alexid whined.

I jumped out of my seat, because Alexid, my annoying older brother, tried to push me.

That crazy peanut was running wild again today.

Gerald grabbed my hand as he jumped from his seat, following me as well.

“Let’s run away.”

Gerald grabbed my hand and ran. Alexid followed us behind.

“Me too! Count me in!”

What do you mean by you want to join us?

“Why are you two playing alone?”

“. . . Gerald, run faster,” I said as I ran. ”I like you more than Alexid.”

Gerald smiled as if he saw a flower bloom in front of his eyes.

“Don’t let go of my hand, okay?”

Gerald held my hand tightly as he squeezed my hand and sped up.

I was out of breath. I wasn’t much of a sports person and I had always liked sedentary activities.

I was already out of breath. I can’t believe I’m running hand in hand with Gerald again.

In fact, I . . .

I’ll hate you no matter what you do.

I was going to answer that.

Seeing Gerald smiling so brightly, I realized it was a good thing I didn’t answer him like that.

Just for today.

It’s also been a long time since I’ve seen Gerald smile so clearly.

How did Gerald look when I was crying?

Was it a sad expression?

Did he express it with a painful look in his eyes?

Did he just stare at a distance without having any expression?

Either he was sad or he was just not making a single expression.

I couldn’t remember at all.