My love game is too abstract

Golden Apple Street.

In front of the Opera House.

Only three minutes before the stage play begins.

With a whoosh, Yarrow landed on the ground, his pure white wings folding behind him.

“Zethia!”

He immediately spotted the silver-haired, exquisitely beautiful figure standing under the street lamp and hurried over.

Today, Zethia was also carefully dressed, wearing a short dress with a black velvet hem, a lace-trimmed shawl, and even a pair of black high heels. She looked so refined, one would think she was going to an upper-class evening party.

Hearing the call, Zethia looked at him running over, and suddenly swung her tail, the whistling dragon tail lashing towards him. Yarrow gasped and quickly dodged.

The dragon tail struck the lamppost, bending the straight pole.

“Oh my god.”

Yarrow was stunned by such power.

Seeing that the silver dragon still wanted to attack, he quickly said, “Wait! Let me explain!”

“Last words? Speak.” Zethia said coldly.

“Uh, well, I, I saw a group of tiger cubs crossing the road, and I was worried, so… Hey, hey, wait a minute!”

Zethia charged again, looking like she wanted to bite him to death.

“We’re still outside! Let’s talk about it when we get back, okay?!” Yarrow shouted as he ran.

“Hmph!”

The silver dragon kicked his calf fiercely, turned her head, and crossed her arms.

“This Queen has been waiting for you for an hour!”

Yarrow was slightly stunned. This reprimand actually carried the full grievance of a young girl.

The silver dragon pursed her lips tightly, her expression visibly sad.

Yarrow tentatively went to comfort her.

“Something happened, I was late, it’s my fault, I’m sorry.”

Zethia glared at him resentfully.

“Do you really care about this Queen?”

Never expecting Zethia to say such a complaining wife-like thing, he smiled helplessly for a moment:

“Of course, it’s true. Not to mention that I was late today because of an accident, even if I was hit by a carriage today, I would crawl over here.”

A bit exaggerated, but the sentiment was about right.

“Smooth talker.” Zethia said softly.

She lowered her eyes. To be honest, after thinking she had been ditched today, her mind kept thinking about all sorts of reasons why Yarrow wouldn’t come, and she even started to wonder if she had done something wrong.

Clearly, this kind of promise-breaking guy should be swept away with a tail,

But in the end, when she saw Yarrow rushing over in a hurry, the silver dragon actually felt a sense of “relief”.

Having this kind of thought really isn’t like her.

“I’m starving, I haven’t eaten much all day, how about we go get something to eat first?” Seeing that Zethia’s anger had subsided slightly, Yarrow quickly changed the subject.

“Still eating? The stage play has already started!” Zethia said unhappily.

“Then let’s go in first.” Yarrow said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Zethia glanced at him, reached into her storage space, grabbed a package of sandwiches, and threw it to Yarrow:

“I packed it for you.”

Yarrow took it. The sandwich was still warm, and it was filled with tuna. Ordinary sandwiches wouldn’t use such high-end ingredients, obviously Zethia had specifically requested it from the restaurant they had booked.

He was really very hungry. After thanking her, he tore open the wrapping paper and started eating.

Zethia waited silently for him to finish eating, then gave him a handkerchief with a faint fragrance.

After taking it and wiping his mouth, Zethia stared at him for a while, then reached out and straightened his collar.

“Did you fall into some kind of pit?”

She pinched a few fallen leaves from his clothes and said unhappily.

“It was close…”

Zethia’s delicate nose suddenly twitched, and she frowned.

“Why do you have such a strange smell on you?”

Yarrow paused, not expecting Zethia to be able to smell it.

“I… I ran into a fish cart on the way here…”

Zethia looked at his somewhat flushed face, and then turned her head after a moment.

“We should go in.” She said faintly.

Yarrow breathed a sigh of relief.

Yarrow and Zethia entered the theater, walking along the golden hall corridor.

“When we see that O’Fann later, this Queen will give you a signal, then rush up and detain him, understand?” Zethia said as she walked.

“You’re still thinking about this?” Yarrow smiled helplessly.

Entering the hall, the stage play had already begun. The lights were dim, and they walked through the aisle of the seats, finding their seats in the front row.

After sitting down, Yarrow flipped through the program booklet.

The name of this stage play was “The Hero and the Dragon,” and it told the story of a young man named Beodona who dreamed of becoming a dragon-slaying hero since he was a child. Carrying his dream, he embarked on a journey, encountering a young dragon Lando with injured wings and lost in the human world. The young man, who could have directly killed the dragon, cared for the young dragon’s recovery for the sake of his chivalrous code, and then promised to grow up together, waiting for a real knightly competition in the future.

After that, they trained together every day, grew up together, and the human and the dragon slowly became close friends.

But the dragon’s lifespan was much longer than that of humans. Ten years later, the young man grew into an adult, but the dragon was still a young dragon and was constantly being hunted by a human lord.

The ending was neither good nor bad. Creators of this era always like to add a bit of tragic overtones.

They weren’t too late. At this time, the plot on the stage was already the protagonist’s first departure to find the evil dragon. His small boat was swaying precariously in a raging storm. The young man grabbed the mast while reciting powerful lines, accompanied by thunder and lightning, the scene was very impressive.

Zethia looked around, elbowing Yarrow.

“Where’s that O’Fann? Didn’t you say he would be here?”

“Who knows, maybe he’ll only come out after the stage play is over, or maybe he left after saying hello before the performance started.” Yarrow said.

Zethia didn’t speak, leaning back in her seat and watching the stage play.

The protagonist on the stage was washed ashore on an island. While exploring the island, he encountered another protagonist, the little red-scaled young dragon.

The young dragon used transformation magic to temporarily turn people into the appearance of dragons. Although the shape was a bit strange, it was said to be the latest type of transformation potion, the highest special effects technology that humans can currently achieve.

The protagonist saw the young dragon and laughed loudly: “You dragon! You’re not even as big as my dog! Could it be that you just hatched from an egg?”

The young dragon replied angrily: “Don’t laugh at me! Ignorant human! I’m already fifty-five years old! I’m even older than your father!”

Zethia beside him chuckled.

“How foolish, not understanding the dragon race at all. A dragon that is forty or fifty years old would be as big as an ox.”

"Also, the wings and tail fins of a Red Dragon don't grow like that at all; it's purely a product of human imagination."

"It's impossible to achieve absolute accuracy," Yarrow said.

A little old man in the seat in front frowned and turned around, wanting to see who was pontificating with such a knowledgeable tone about dragons, but after seeing that it was a Dragonkin, he silently turned back around.

The stage play continued, and Zesia, watching, yawned and poked Yarrow beside her.

"Move closer."

Yarrow moved closer to her.

Zesia wrapped her arm around his, leaning her body against his shoulder very naturally.

Yarrow thought Zesia was losing interest in the play and wanted to sleep, but when he turned his head, he saw the Silver Dragon still watching intently with her eyes wide open.

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He didn't say anything and watched along with her.

In the theater, as the plot progressed, the lighting and special effects changed, and the little hero and the young dragon gradually deepened their friendship, becoming good friends who could talk about anything. Various heartwarming everyday scenes unfolded, and occasionally, a burst of laughter would erupt in the theater due to a few witty jokes.

Yarrow secretly looked at Zesia and noticed a faint smile on her lips.

After that, the plot entered a phase where the young dragon was discovered by the villainous lord, who gathered his subordinates to hunt it down. To protect it, the hero was captured by the villain, who relentlessly tortured him, just to get him to reveal the young dragon's whereabouts.

It must be said that the dialogue in this play was really well-written, especially capable of stirring the audience's emotions. The conflict between the characters was intense, and the plot was tightly paced, causing the audience's hearts to rise and fall.

"Beornada! To be friends with a dragon! Utterly foolish! Is it because you've lost your dignity as a human that you seek validation from a dragon!"

Looking at Zesia at this moment, her expression was slightly gloomy.

As the plot continued, the lord's pursuit of the young dragon and the mutual rescue between the hero and the dragon unfolded, scene after scene of tragic moments.

The plot reached the point where the hero Beornada was seriously injured and dying, collapsing in front of Rando, one hand propping himself up with a broken sword, the other hand pressing on the young dragon, saying his last words to it:

"Rando, my dear friend, now I can no longer bear our shared promise. Forgive me, let my shattered soul become your reverse scale. Before I die, I want to see the fire in your pupils, which will be more dazzling than the aurora borealis, which will ignite the sins of the world, send those villains to hell, and become the only light I hold in my hand when I go to Valhalla!"

"Remember when I told you about the taste of snowflakes? It turns out they taste like your tears."

In the end, the hero died in battle, and the young dragon lay on his body, weeping bitterly. The pursuers behind rushed forward, piercing the young dragon's wings with spears, threading chains through its wounds. The villainous lord also walked out with a sneer.

"Dragon Mom can't stand this scoundrel anymore!"

Zesia suddenly jumped up, pointing at the lord on the stage and roaring:

"What's the big deal about bullying a young dragon! Have the guts to compete with this queen!"

"Zesia! This is just a stage play!"

Yarrow hurriedly tried to stop her, but Zesia had already flown out, landing on the stage.

"All of you, get out of this queen's sight!"

She casually picked up a spear used for the performance, pointing it at the villains opposite and shouting.

This action shocked the entire audience, and sounds of commotion came from the theater.

"Um, this audience member, we're just acting," the villainous lord who was being pointed at said quickly, truly not understanding how their play had offended this Dragonkin adult.

Even the hero, who had finished reciting his lines and died, was startled back to life, quickly getting up and hiding to the side.

"That what's-his-name, Orfando! Come out here for this queen!"

She roared angrily, but in the chaotic scene, no one dared to step forward.

At this moment, in the corner, the little old man who had been very dissatisfied with Zesia's comments on the plot was now bending over, sneaking away.

"Writing such garbage and not daring to come out, huh! What a piece of trash! If the dragons ever wipe out you humans one day, it will be because of people who write such idiotic plots!"

Zesia cursed angrily on the stage, and many staff members ran up to plead with her to come down first, at least let the play finish, but she insisted on making that old man who wrote such a plot come out, while also angrily blasting the books he had written before.

At this moment, carrying a spear, coupled with her Dragonkin identity and gorgeous attire, as well as the curses she was spewing, she actually had a bit of the aura of a stage play protagonist.

This was much more interesting than the stage play, and even some audience members from other theaters had come over to this side.

"This girl..." Yarrow sighed helplessly. Then, he took out his phone and took a picture of Zesia, who was making a scene on stage.

It could be considered a special memento.

"You didn't need to make such a fuss..."

After leaving the theater, the Silver Dragon still looked sulky. Yarrow comforted her from the side.

It was the theater owner who had come over, saying that they would never perform Orfando's plays again, that finally got the Silver Dragon off the stage.

"Hmph, this queen just didn't like the plot inside," Zesia said.

"In the end, the villains will all be punished. Why are you getting so worked up?" Yarrow said.

"It's not that..." Zesia said softly.

"What is it then?" Yarrow asked, puzzled.

Zesia turned her head away, pursing her lips: "Those words the lord said, something about how humans can't be with dragons, it's like it's talking about..."

"Talking about us..."

Yarrow's eyes widened slightly, as if he understood what the Silver Dragon meant.

So she was concerned about this?

Could it be that the hero and dragon's farewell at the end, she was also worried that it would be the ending with herself?

Zesia actually had such sensitive little thoughts, which surprised him somewhat.

He couldn't help but smile: "Is the script influencing reality? But maybe I'll be hunted down by the dragons in the future."

Zesia glared at him, harrumphing: "This queen thinks so too."

She quickly took a few steps, putting some distance between them, then stopped again.

"Yarrow."

"Hmm?"

"Stay by this queen's side, at least, for this time, okay?" Zesia said softly.

Yarrow looked at her, smiling faintly: "Not just for this time. I said I'm going to pester you for life. You better be prepared to be entangled by me for life, Lady Zesia."

Zesia turned her head to look at him, her expression speechless.

"Idiot."

The girl quickly walked up, and before Yarrow knew what she was going to do, she reached up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and left him with a warm, moist, and sweet kiss.