Super God: Give the Demon Queen Trouble Every Day

[The difference between the ruler and his subjects]

[He Xi, are you willing to be my right-wing guard?]

[King Tianji, Holy Left Wing, Angel Hexi...]

[You are my first divine right wing, and perhaps always will be...]

......

[He Xi, is this interesting? Hmm?]

[She will never know,... well, okay, suppose she knows, but she will never accept it]

[Forget it, there will be no result, He Xi, you should understand]

[The King of Tianji, oh no, the former King of Tianji...]

......

[Mom, don’t you like Kesha?]

[Kesha is very good, I think she is very good too, it’s just that sometimes I don’t get along with her, but she is indeed worthy of you]

[Hmm...Mom, don't you confess? If this goes on, maybe she won't know it for the rest of her life...]

[Seriously, Hexi, is it worth it?]

......

He Xi sat quietly in front of the window, holding a teacup. The sunlight shone through the window onto her, reflecting her beautiful silhouette and silver hair.

There was a complex light flashing in her blue eyes, and her emotions were obscure.

Perhaps she herself did not even realize how confused she was at the moment.

Kesha's words, as well as the voices of Liang Bing and Shi Bing, echoed in his mind, interweaving together like an endless storm.

He Xi couldn't help feeling confused and lost, as if he had lost his direction.

The teacup in his hand trembled slightly, and a few drops of tea splashed out and fell on the sofa.

The hot steam rising from the teacup blurred her vision and seemed to blur the boundaries between monarch and subject, friendship, and even deeper emotions.

She took a sip of tea, and the aroma and bitterness of the tea spread on her tongue, bringing a strange taste.

Looking up and looking out the window, the sky was still as blue as ever, but in He Xi's eyes, it was covered with a thin layer of mist, making the world blurry and unrecognizable.

He Xi's thoughts were like the clouds floating outside the window, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing.

She recalled every conversation she had with Kesha, and every eye contact seemed to contain deep meanings beyond words.

But that deep affection is like a river frozen in the severe winter. It appears calm on the surface, but it has undercurrents surging inside and is difficult to touch.

The blue sky outside the window was still there, but He Xi's eyes were hazy.

The fog not only blocked her sight, but also her heart.

She felt like a prisoner bound by countless shackles, unable to break free or let go.

He Xi whispered softly: "Kesha..." However, in the end, she added the honorific title: "Queen..."

It is both her admiration and respect for Kesha, and also the boundary that cannot be crossed deep in her heart.

She knew that she and Kesha might always be just a king and a subject, and could never be the other half of each other's lives.

He Xi could not remember the last time she called Keisha by her name. It seemed that she had always called her "Queen Keisha", "Queen" or "King", and the name "Keisha" seemed a bit out of date to her.

The passage of time, differences in status, and the influence of various factors have made the distance between them grow farther and farther.

Recalling every detail of the past, He Xi felt a faint melancholy in his heart.

The closeness we once had has now become a distant memory.

She thought back to the time she had spent with Keisha, the moments of laughter, arguments, and cooperation, which now seemed like precious treasures.

"There is a difference between the ruler and his subjects." These four words echoed in her heart. They were both a commitment to the ancient order and a restraint on her own emotions.

As the king of Tianji and the right-wing guard, she is not only a sharp sword on the battlefield, but also the most solid backing for Kaisha.

However, after fighting side by side countless times and going through hardships together, this loyalty and protection gradually gave rise to feelings that she herself was not aware of.

"Mom, don't you like Kesha?" This sentence was like a sharp key, trying to open the locked door in her heart.

However, the world behind the door was too complicated and too heavy for He Xi to reveal it easily.

She was afraid that once the emotional dam broke, it would destroy all existing order and peace.

"Is it worth it?" She asked herself this question countless times.

But every time, the answer is like the sky outside the window, bright and blurry.

She knew that between her and Kesha, there was not only the gap of "the difference between the ruler and the subject", but also the recognition of each other's identities, the expectations for the future, and the responsibility to the entire angel civilization.

"He Xi, is it interesting? Hmm?" Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, this sentence would linger in her mind like a ghost, making her ask herself.

She knew that her emotions were like a moth to a flame. Even though she knew there was destruction ahead, she still went forward without hesitation.

But she could only bury that affection deep in her heart, because "she would never know", or in other words, even if she knew, she would not accept this unconventional emotion.

The tea has gradually cooled and the bitter taste has gradually faded, but the turmoil in my heart seems to be clearer.

He Xi looked out the window again.

The sunlight shines into the room through the window. A colorful butterfly inadvertently flutters in from the half-open window frame, bringing with it a ray of freshness and freedom from the outside world, gently breaking the tranquility of the room.

Its wings are painted with the wonders of nature, and each line looks like a carefully carved work of art, shimmering subtly in the soft light.

He Xi's eyes were deeply attracted by this unexpected visitor. The light figure of the butterfly was reflected in her blue eyes, and it seemed as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

She gently put down the teacup in her hand, fearing that any sound would disturb this elf from nature.

After circling in the air for a few times, the butterfly finally landed gracefully on the windowsill, flapping its wings gently, as if enjoying the sudden peace.

He Xi continued to watch it quietly, as if enjoying a wonderful performance.

[The King of Tianji should always be rational]

These long-lost words rang quietly in He Xi's mind, like the morning bell and evening drum, reminding her of the calmness and composure that she should have as the King of Tianji.

He Xi couldn't remember exactly when she heard these words, but she knew it was a long time ago.

However, He Xi does not like complete rationality.

In contrast, she tends to be more on the sentimental side.

This sentiment is best seen in her love of butterflies.

Liang Bing's words, like a deep pool of water, quietly welled up in my heart.

[He Xi, even if you stay by Kesha's side for your whole life, she won't see it. She only sees her justice.]

The complex emotions of unrequited love, intimacy and estrangement, caused ripples in He Xi's heart.

She knew that the relationship between her and Kesha was far more than a simple monarch-subject relationship.

The feelings hidden deep in the heart are like the subtle patterns on the wings of a butterfly, delicate and profound.

As he lowered his eyes, He Xi sighed softly. That sigh contained both his resonance with Liang Bing's words and his helplessness about his own emotions.

But He Xi understood that no matter how hard she tried, some feelings might be destined to be buried deep in her heart and become an eternal secret.

The butterfly seemed to sense He Xi's gaze and fluttered its wings gently.

It seems that whether it is the rational Tianji King or the emotional Hexi, it seems that... they have never been paid attention to by Kaisha...

And this butterfly is like Kesha, it will stay for a short time, but will not stay for her forever.