Je jure que je ne te dérangerai plus! - Chapitre 169

165. The name of what is carved into your heart

It’s like a dream ─ ─ I have such clichés over and over again.

It was so fantastic, ideal and incredibly happy.

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“Welcome home.”

“Are you here to disgust me?”

“Absolument pas. I thought it was going to be a little late. I was worried about the lady.”

“That’s you, trop. Because you want to pick me up.”

Frais, who got into the car, shouted without even looking back at Shisui in the driver’s seat.They don’t come down to open the door, they start in the middle of a conversation, and they’re a good place to drop off as drivers.Above all, the roughness of the driving itself stands out.It seems that it was originally used only to procure ingredients, so there are some people who are unfamiliar with driving on board.

néanmoins, I didn’t feel like pointing out the best for today’s only day driver.

Comment vas-tu?

“What do you think is the standard of your well-being?”

“It’s not my standard, it’s your standard.”

“… it was calm. But I can’t say it’s perfect, vous deux.”

bien, je suppose.

He is holding the handle with one hand and holding his cheek cane with the other.Even so, Yuran is no different to his children in the heart of the country for Cissuit.He doesn’t seem to feel the need to stretch his elbows and behave politely enough to keep Yuran in the mood.Yuran doesn’t care.Cissuit’s job is not to be Yuran’s leg.

I told Marine about you.

I thought you were surprised.

“I was in a hurry to see if you really hit me.”

“I was going to make a joke out of it when I said it, but I didn’t think it would do anything like that.”

“I really wanted to see the scene.”

And I wanted to open my mouth and laugh at you.Even if it was a big incident that led to fires for Shisui, it was only a refreshing sight for Yuran.I’m sure the shards aren’t funny either, but it’s just right for laughing at that man’s pride, self-esteem, and all sorts of hearts.

I’m really sorry I couldn’t be there.Anyway, I wanted to step on your unconscious face.You must not be unconscious enough to come to the victim’s side.It’s like whipping a corpse, but I don’t feel like I would have done it if I hadn’t tortured it ─ ─.

“When will I get to work?”

“You can come in the day after tomorrow.But at first, we’re going to select and arrange the tools, and we’re going to have them adapt to your specifications. ”

“I’d rather be able to talk from there.”

“The day I take Vio is still to be decided because I only consider her condition.If Vio doesn’t like it, we have to start over again. ”

It was urgent for Yuran to set up the house Violet would spend after leaving the hotel.If some stupid father hadn’t gone wild, he would have thought more carefully and built Violet’s ideal, but we must quickly create a place that is not even slightly uncomfortable now that it doesn’t come true.The castle that the princess wants is to think twice when everything settles down.

“… ça fait longtemps.”

A small voice falls softly without even resounding in the car, which is not very wide.There is no sense of accomplishment in the voice in front of the results that keep burning.It was because I fulfilled my wish that I was making a sound of giving up, accepting the shadow that had emerged.

I don’t want to remember, I want to forget, but it’s always in the corner, and it makes me vigilant and unstable.It does not lose its sharpness over time and remains stuck to its throat.Maybe it’s a hallucination, mais en fait, the moment it touches it, it can become fog and disappear.But if it really is there, I can’t move just because I think it is now happiness that spreads away.

In Yuran’s breast, in a place that is soft and pus.When I put a little effort into it, it began to burst out of blood and sink into a brittle spot.The feeling of “lost” still sticks to me forever.

No matter how hard you try, your wounds will never heal.

The trauma that Yuran brings to life.

(… don’t you have to disappear?)

As long as I love Violet, the lost past will strip Yuran of my teeth.The devil whispers in his ear at the moment of first happiness.That’s good. C'est bon.

Because this is Yuran’s scream for fear of losing Violet – proof that he loves her.