Chapter 1010 (2/2)

”I'm not.”

”You really think so!”

Loren suddenly wondered how his words contained two distinct and opposite meanings at the same time?

Suddenly, a surprising idea suddenly rushed into Loren's mind.

Oh, wait, is she... Coquettish?

With a look of inexplicable expectation, Loren set his eyes on Charlotte's beautiful face - the wrinkled eyebrows, the sharp sword like eyes, the red face trembled slightly, the cherry lips closed tightly, and there were faint signs of clenching her teeth

The fierce beast preyed on him and wanted to devour him alive in the next second, which made Loren smile and agree with his idea in the bottom of his heart.

Yes, definitely not!

I really think too much!

Charlotte Turin, her pride, arrogance, self righteousness, various rules, customs and traditions... Not so much because of her childhood education, but more like a struggle, a struggle with the world.

She is proud because she dare not be weak and dare not expose her good side; Such arrogance has forced her to protect her family in a low voice. Once she shows weakness, the consequences will only make the enemy worse;

I envy Isaac and Ayn for having her own friends, not because she can't get them, but because she doesn't dare to fight for them - the fear that the other party has ulterior motives and that she will be deceived makes her instinctively refuse friendship;

As for the title of earl, the adherence to tradition and rules is not out of education, but more like her armor; Although this set of rules is not fair to her, at least there are rules; In the face of such an unfair world, the so-called ”fairness” has long been an extravagant hope.

Such a time of strong pride, doing everything possible to maintain the status quo and living in fear created Charlotte Turin today... The courage she showed when she really decided not to ”dream” and ”revive” and decided to live for herself

Is her most charming place.

”Do you think I'm special...” she murmured, and Charlotte still asked, ”very frivolous?”

Her face flushed slightly when she asked.

Of course, Loren didn't see exactly what the red looked like. It was too dark.

But

Well, another proposition.

”You're drunk,” Lauren replied carefully.

Never answer her questions head-on and explain for her in a roundabout way... This is the experience that Loren has spent several years summing up.

Although this method is not easy to use, because Charlotte's mood is like a barometer of freedom.

”But, but if it weren't a frivolous girl, she wouldn't do... Such a thing after drinking, right? Ain wouldn't... No.” Charlotte shook her head:

”Ai Yin, she can't drink at all. She won't let herself lose her mind and be so impulsive...”

She is still complaining, or tangled - the black haired wizard can even see two ”little Charlottes”, one black and one white, beating vigorously and vividly on her head.

Charlotte, who obeys the tradition, is in the final desperate struggle with Charlotte who lives for herself.

Loren can understand exactly what she thinks now. It should not be because she has experienced a similar psychological process, so she knows why she is so frightened.

Leaving the old ”world” and entering a completely unknown environment is easy to panic; Sudden changes in temperament are light. It's not surprising that even a person changes.

If you let Loren in his previous life contact with himself in this life, I'm afraid it will be difficult for both sides to understand each other's ideas again - at least, at that time, they could never face life and death so calmly, face the ”power” that might make them crazy at any time, and talk and laugh with their evil gods who obviously have no good intentions.

Of course, if I looked at myself at that time, I might be crazy now.

So Lorens has no doubt which ”little Charlotte” can win the final victory.

”Frivolous or not, I'm not sure.” Lauren said slowly, ”but I know you're brave.”

Charlotte was still very unhappy: ”I said, changing what I said into a good word can't...”

”Brave and frivolous, these two words are different... They are not simple antonyms or synonyms.” he smiled and Lauren interrupted softly:

”From the first time we met... More accurately, the second time we met, I knew how brave you were.”

Charlotte snorted and seemed to disapprove of Loren's ”praise”.

The proud Countess hates meaningless flattery.

On the contrary, she likes the kind of more practical and ”justified” boasting - grasping the degree is a more arduous task than defeating evil gods.

”Of course, I didn't like you at that time, and I was even tired of dealing with it to a certain extent - although I respected Leonardo, I didn't have any feelings for the Turin family, and I didn't think I needed to pay anything for the family.”

”But for you, the Turin family and the meaning of this surname are everything - I don't want to evaluate whether it's right or wrong, but obviously it's important to you, so important that you can sacrifice your life for it.” Loren whispered:

”Status, honor, title, reputation, dignity... Even myself, these can be abandoned for the same goal; I have never experienced such a feeling, and I never think I can pay so much for something that is not alive, so I dare not say I can understand your mood and thoughts...”

”What are you trying to say?!” Charlotte was impatient.

”I want to say that when I made a choice between the Turin family and Loren Turin, I was completely shocked.” the black haired wizard looked at her calmly:

”Abandon all my dreams and place everything on the people I love... I can't imagine that I can do it.”

”I... Loren Turin... How can he de be deeply loved by such a brave woman?”

Charlotte was stunned.

The next second, she will be buried in the arms of the dark haired wizard, close to his chest, hiding a slight tremor, and the uncontrollable crystal in her eyes.

The cold winter wind echoed in the hall, and the dark sky gradually showed its light; At the end of the horizon, there are signs that the dawn is about to bloom.

She gently hugged Charlotte's waist, and her trembling body did not refuse or resist.

”It's almost dawn... Weber should get up in an hour.”

Gently pressed against her ear, the dark haired wizard whispered:

”We have an hour at most.”