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Chapter 412 The Comical Mask

Chapter 412 The Comical Mask

"Because I want to see you."

When Tuscalola heard Aaron say those words, he stood frozen in place.

Aaron raised his right hand and continued to explain:

"You said the other day that you wouldn't be going back to the library, right? If I miss this opportunity, I may never have the chance to see you again."

"So even though I know it's risky, I still want to see you, let's say—"

".—.Aaron!" Tuscarola interrupted.

Aaron's waving right hand suddenly stopped, and he faced Tuscarola directly with the mask:

"Um?"

"sorry."

Tuscarola lowered her head, not daring to look at Aaron's face.

Although that mask could only make funny faces.

"Why apologize?" Aaron's voice reached my ears.

"You were very hurt when I said those things that day, weren't you?"

"I wouldn't say I'm heartbroken, but I do feel a bit lost. You know, the library lost two of its most important books in one day."

"I'm sorry, Aaron," Tuscarola mustered her courage and looked up. "I shouldn't have said those things. You didn't do anything wrong. I was so impulsive. I'm so upset. I was so stupid."

"A good girl is one who can admit her mistakes and correct them."

"So, Aaron, I have to apologize. I'm able to face that past on equal terms now. I don't want to run away from it, so! So, Aaron!"

Can you accept my apology?

Aaron extended his right hand and gently placed it on Tuscarola's head:

"Of course."

Aaron

"Um?"

"Can I hug you?"

Aaron didn't say anything, he just walked over and gently put his arm around her.

Tuscarola also took the opportunity to hug Aaron tightly.

Aaron's body had become much stronger, perhaps because of the increased physical activity after leaving the library?

At that moment, Tuscarola suddenly felt at ease.

She suddenly realized that she wasn't completely without anything; if she asked, Aaron would definitely be her support.

Tuscarola then realized just how close she and Aaron were.

"Aaron, wasn't I very willful before?"

"Compared to the previous girls, you're quite obedient."

"The previous one?"

"Yes, what should you call them? Just call them all 'senpai' (seniors)."

"Aaron, if I want to go back to the library, is it still possible for me to go back?"

"The library will always welcome you, Lola. You can make it your home."

But—but—

I am a green-eyed person, and Anne is no longer Anne.

Even though I choose to confront the past, I would still be very sad if I really made the library my home.

Tuscalola released Aaron and jumped back a small step:

"Aaron, I'd better not go back for now. I feel like I'm not ready yet."

"Yes, that's your freedom."

"Hmm—Aaron, it's really easy talking to you?"

Aaron asked, "Easier than chatting with Annie?"

"Being with Anne was really fun, but not relaxing, Aaron. You may not have realized it yourself, but you never forced me to do anything."

"Yeah-"

"Yes!" Tuscarola nodded vigorously.

"But having said that, you lost tonight. Losing isn't terrible, but did you learn anything?"

Tuscarola thought for a moment and said, "I see many of my shortcomings. If I could do it again, I would definitely do better!"

"Then it wasn't a waste of time!" Aaron nodded. "By the way, what's the name of the green-eyed person you wanted me to return?"

"Gillian."

"I've remembered. If she's still alive, I'll hand her over to you."

"Hmm! Oh, right!" Tuscarola suddenly remembered something. "Aaron, I recently got hemorrhoids!"

"Um."

"Annie used to have hemorrhoids too, and she said you were the culprit."

"Um."

Tuscarola looked at Aaron suspiciously: "So, this time, my hemorrhoids were caused by you too?"

"Um."

Seeing Aaron admit it without any attempt at concealment, Tuscarola couldn't help but pout.

She took a step forward, raised her right foot high behind her, and kicked at Aaron's shin.

stare!

A sharp crack rang out, and Tuscarola felt intense pain.

She exclaimed "Ah!" and immediately squatted down, tears welling in her eyes, covering her toes.

"Oh, right, Lola, I forgot to remind you, my body is a little stiff right now."

You're saying it too late.

She looked up at Aaron, but felt even more that the mask was really ridiculous!

"Hey·-.-."

A slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Haha," Aaron laughed twice.

"Hahaha," Tuscarola laughed too.

Then, the two of them couldn't control themselves and burst into laughter in the basin.

The yellow moon hangs high in the sky, and the autumn breeze rustles through the cypress leaves.

A few distant fires shone with a passionate red light. Occasionally, noisy and unwelcoming noise would disturb them, but laughter was enough to drown out everything; joy was the strongest emotion.

The culprit is definitely Aaron; his taste in masks is absolutely terrible!

If Annie saw this, she would definitely complain about Aaron's mask in a half-coquettish way.

That's great, Annie only ever acts cute in front of Aaron.

It's so good to see Aaron again.

Aaron stopped laughing. "A lot has happened, hasn't it, Laura?"

"Um."

Yes, there are too many.

Annie broke off our friendship, I reclaimed my identity, Lolotti died, and I became an assassin, striving for my fellow countrymen once again.

Too many failures, too much heartbreak, but:

"But those were all valuable experiences for me!"

"Really? I hope you experience many more happy things in the future!"

"That's right, of course, hehe."

"Haha, Lola, you're becoming more and more like a girl, a cheerful girl."

Despite the sadness still lingering in her heart, Tuscarola did not voice these words.

She simply stood ramrod straight: "Aaron?"

"Um."

"Thank you so much for all this trouble."

"Hmm!" Aaron nodded gently.

"It's so good to have met you."

Aaron reached out and patted Tuscarola's head.

She didn't understand before why Anne always looked like she was enjoying herself whenever Aaron touched her head.

Now she understands, it's because of "dependence".

She suddenly wanted to ask Aaron, "Will Anne never come back?"

Aaron was silent for a moment. "Who knows—do you hope she can come back?"

"Um."

"She clearly hurt you so much?"

"But I've come to terms with it. Anne was indeed wrong, but even if she was wrong, it doesn't prove I was right. Besides, she must have been very conflicted at the time, and the more I failed to comfort her—"

"Is that so? Then let's look forward to it—"

Tuscarola nodded, looking ahead towards the deep, hazy night sky over Berlin.