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Ten years of secret love, a lifetime of love, can only be exchanged for a moment of confiding.

However, just confide.

Monica knew in her heart that she would never get the love she wanted.

All the normal means at her disposal could not make her wish. It's just because the person she loves has long been occupied.

Once, the person who occupied Nanjue was her mother. Now, it is the mother and daughter of the emperor Sakura who Monica regards as a thorn in her side.

King Nanjue never dreamed that Monica would have such feelings for him.

When Monica said it, he was also terrified.

However, King Nanjue, who had already decided to let Monica leave, was even more unlikely to leave Monica at this time.

She has that kind of affection for him, and she can't keep it

Monica squatted on the ground and cried, and King Nanjue was silent for a long time before finally saying, "Father and daughter, the place you are going to will not make your life too hard." ”

Such a sentence seems to be affectionate, but it is ruthless.

Monica raised her head faintly, and she looked at King Nanjue with a deep gaze.

With a hint of pain, he asked, "Is this your response to me?"

Why, all of this ended so quickly

Why, if you don't say it, she will be pushed away so quickly even if she gets close

Although Monica's voice was full of pain, King Nanjue ignored all this.

He only calmly said as if he had never heard Monica say those words, and said ruthlessly: "The helicopter is arranged, you have one hour left to go." After speaking, King Nanjue walked out of the study without looking back.

Monica's eyes widened and tears still trailed her face. She suddenly struggled to her feet and looked at the back of King Nanjue.

In the blurred vision of tears, the figure made her heartache unable to breathe.

"No, no, no"

The three words connected are deeply crying out Monica's incomparable disappointment and pain.

She couldn't admit and face the fact that she couldn't face the man she had been secretly crushing for ten years.

What she couldn't face even more was that not only did she not shake him by half a point, but she only received his decision.

"Why is this happening to me, why"

The tears that had just stopped once again slipped down his eyes without fighting.

In an hour's time, she was about to be sent away, and maybe in this life, she really would never see him again. Why did she desperately want to catch the person lose it so easily

She watched, with tears in her eyes

Look at the back that is fading away, the back that disappears at the end of the corridor

Monica reached out to her back, her fingers spread wide, but she couldn't grasp anything.

She failed, a complete failure.

is different from the failure of the design style, her heart is not resentment but pain, loss, and a scar that can never be filled.

Her love, genuine, is not accepted.

Her love is fiery, but it can't melt that resolute and cold heart. She also knew that her chances were slim, but she still chose to be a moth to the fire.

Monica herself didn't know how she got out of the study.

She was like a puppet with a soul drained, like an old man in the twilight, and when she walked back to her room step by step from the study, she slumped and staggered.

She didn't even know why she was so embarrassed and lost, and she didn't know when she would see each other again after leaving this palace.

"Your Highness"

Katya saw Monica come back as if she had been tortured, and quickly reached out to help, but Monica reached out to open it.

"Don't touch me. She said angrily.

Katya took a few steps back, not daring to step forward.

Monica walked into the room step by step, looked at the luggage that had already been packed in the room, and suddenly laughed like crazy.

"Hahahahahaha Did you expect today, did you expect your failure?"

Katya, on the side, didn't know what Monica was talking about, and didn't dare to ask.

"What's the use of packing your bags and leaving your battlefield like a weaklingMonica, you loser"

Monica shouted, laughing, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Your Highness, what happened to us are we really leaving, the luggage has been packed, but the contents of the bank safe are not yet there"

Seeing Monica like this, Katya knew that something really happened this time.

But if Monica goes crazy like this, what should I do to prepare for leaving?

It seemed that Katya's words really reminded Monica, and she suddenly came to her senses.

The expression on his face, slowly, subsided.

"Bank safe" Monica repeated with tears on her face.

Katya immediately nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness, you still have a lot of important things, including Princess Anne's relics, which are still in the bank safe." Do I need to bring it with me if I leave?"

As Katya spoke, Monica was already deep in thought.

As if remembering something, she immediately rushed out.

Katya was stunned for a moment, and immediately followed.

There were a lot of things in the bank safe, but Monica thought of one thing that was very important to her.

It was given to her by King Nanjue at her coming-of-age ceremony.

Nothing else mattered, except for that thing, which she had to take with her. You must not forget it in the safe, knowing that it will be indefinite. The only thought, how could she be willing to let go like this.

The car was speeding all the way to the bank, and Monica opened the safe and looked at the princess laurel lying quietly inside, tears churning out again.

And Monica was like a baby at this moment, holding the crown in her arms. It seems that what she is holding is not a crown, but the person she loves with all her feelings.

Tears fell on the cold and temperatureless crown, and Monica seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

No matter how she calculates, she can't get the love she wants.

No matter how she calculated, she couldn't go the way she had planned.

Time is passing by minute by second, and the unforgettable feelings of those ten years are deep into the bone marrow in that second.

Monica, who could no longer extricate herself, hugged the crown and swore coldly: "I, Monica, will come back one day." Someday"

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