God knows

"she…"

When Cynthia spoke, I could hear the bitterness in that relaxed tone.

"I love and hate... her."

That's when I realized that happiness doesn't come from being in love.

Camille's world is big, Cynthia's is small.

People, even at the extremes of the world can love each other, but love is not something that binds people together. It is only the occasion for the beginning of the story, and it can also be the cause of the end of the story.

"True love." Phoenix's tone was a little strange, it sounded like a normal indifferent tone at first glance, but I just found it strange, maybe there was some emotion in it, but I couldn't identify it.

They are true love, but not happy, perhaps this is the most miserable tragedy in the eyes of Phoenix.

Camille, she is smart, capable, and ambitious, just like what Spider-Man said in the comics: "The greater the power, the greater the responsibility." So what she can care about and must care about is that she is much more than others .

"Since she was a student, she has been different from ordinary people." Cynthia said, they have known each other for a long time, so long that when talking about the past, the bitter tone can be easily concealed, "She always No.1 in the class always bears everyone's expectations, envy and jealousy, and everything, good or bad, seems to be her responsibility."

For example, if your vision is farther than others, you can see the vastness beyond the grassland, the movement of the opposite mountain, and the faint light in the darkness, you will have a lot of vigilance that others do not have.

"Sometimes I really hate her supernatural."

Why do people from different worlds fall in love with each other?

Cynthia knows that she may be extraordinary or ordinary, at least not as outstanding as Camille. She knows why she fell in love with her, but she doesn't understand why Camille has feelings for her.

"A person's loneliness is not terrible."

Phoenix turned to look at my complex expression, and said flatly, "Because you are alone, you have hope, you know it is possible, you may meet someone, you know you may have companionship."

I couldn't see Phoenix's expression clearly, but I just felt that these words were more sad than anything I had heard before.

"If it's two people and still feel alone..."

The second half of Phoenix's sentence is so light that I can hardly hear it clearly, "...it's like eternal suffering, so long, so incurable."

"The higher Camille's career climbs, the more distant I feel from her." Cynthia said, "I'm not unwilling to be lonely, but I just want her company, but she is the busiest person in the world people."

"Tell her, explain clearly!" I said, what's the use of being bored with this kind of thing, just communicate, communicate!

"Do you think I didn't tell you?" Cynthia looked up at me dimly, "I am an ordinary person, Ann, my world is so narrow and small, I can't understand what she does and her mood when she does it. She looks like a troubled child in front of her."

Listen, I'm even more excited.

"Is that so? Does she understand? Does she understand your sadness and your loneliness?"

Cynthia smiled wryly.

"Sometimes, I even feel that there are many, many things in front of me. In her heart, these things are much more important than me."

I was so excited that I was about to slap the table and give an impassioned speech, but Phoenix's next sentence made me stop.

"not like this."

she knows?I looked at the Venus, and tried to control my surprised expression.

"She knows that love has never left." Phoenix said with a firm tone, "She knows it all."

Before I could make a questioning sound, Phoenix turned his head to look at me, "...but it's useless."

It's like thinking without saying it, as if it never existed.

Even if there is sincerity, still emotion cannot be justified.

"Do something."

Phoenix spoke again, demanding me.

This time I omitted my anger and depression, stood up with a "huh", and stretched out my hand to Cynthia.

"Go, let's go!"

It was the first time I met Camille face to face, and she was indeed a very good woman.

Although it seems that there is still some distance from the extreme perfection that Cynthia mentioned, but because Xi Shi is in the eye of the beholder, I forgive her exaggeration.

Camille is the image of a capable woman.

She's pretty close to the perfect figure you'd find in a print ad, but with a lot of pragmatic compromises—for example, her dress is a fitted, narrow skirt, but not in the excess of the ad that's just meant to accentuate her figure. Tight and narrow; for example, her shoes have a good height, but they are not too exaggerated to be able to walk with a stiletto of more than three inches...

"Oh, it's obviously okay, but..." I leaned against the door of their house, looking at Camille who approached my house and cast a puzzled look at me, "...I didn't expect it to be just this kind of thing, good or bad , but there’s no need to be so desperate, right?”

Camille listened to my words, but she still couldn't figure out the meaning I conveyed directly, but she could hear the badness in it.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" She suppressed her anger and asked politely.

But soon she realized that her door was half open, not locked.

"Cynthia's friend?" she guessed.

I shrugged and laughed a few times.

"Yes, no! But you don't have to worry too much, I'll be leaving soon."

She paused for a few more seconds, slightly displeased with my impolite tone, but still turned around and bent down to remove the shoes on her feet with considerable self-control.

"Very calm." Phoenix commented beside me.

I nodded, now I understand why Cynthia said she is from a different world.Her behavior and words, even if not intentionally, will reveal a feeling that people feel inferior to her.The natural breath of excellent people.

Well, even if Camille and I just exchanged a few words and looked at each other silently, we still felt that we didn’t belong to the same space. I understand why Cynthia felt so low in the dust.

"Ann, I only brought clothes, I can't fit the toiletries..."

Cynthia's voice came from the door, and Camille and I looked up at the same time, and saw her appearing at the door with a big suitcase.

"That kind of thing can be bought later, it doesn't matter." I said in a soft tone, and helped her pull out the suitcase, "The point is that you have everything you need to bring, right?"

I asked in a tone of unprecedented tenderness, and Cynthia nodded.

"Puzzled."

Phoenix whispered so I didn't have to look up to check Camille's expression in a moment of silence.

"Well, have you thought about how to wear the shoes?" I asked Cynthia.

"I can't fit anymore..."

Cynthia's tone was timid, and Camille's presence made her feel uncomfortable.

"Surprised," Phoenix told me.

"Then let me get it for you! It's very troublesome to find this kind of thing when you need it." I said, pretending to be relaxed, almost ignoring Camille, "One less pair of shoes means one less kind Matching! Don’t be sloppy.”

"Then...then I...I'll go get a bag..."

Cynthia put down the suitcase as she said, and hurried into the house.

"Sullen."

I looked up at Camille, who had been standing aside, and saw no emotion under her calm expression.Amazing.

"Hey, I'm sorry to bother you." I twisted my neck, pretending to wait impatiently, "Anyway, I don't have to endure her after today, are you happy?"

"Contempt."

Camille twitched the corners of her mouth and gave me a sarcastic smile.

But I patted the suitcase and smiled back at her.

"anger."

"Ann, this bag should be big enough for me to bring four pairs of shoes and it's almost enough..."

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" Camille, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"It's weird how smart people like to ask idiots." I kept Cynthia from talking. "Isn't it obvious enough that she's leaving?"

"Don't you need to discuss this kind of thing with me?" She ignored me who spoke and asked Cynthia calmly.

I was a little worried that Cynthia would not be able to support Camille's calm but weighty tone. Just when I took a step forward to join the battle, I heard Cynthia explode.

"Discuss with you? When did you discuss things with me?"

She asked back in a straight tone, which shocked me solidly.

"fury."

"Don't make trouble for no reason, let's talk about it in the room." Camille said in a low voice.

"I'm making trouble for no reason? Didn't I tell you? After talking for so long, I finally have to respond properly on the day I'm leaving. Don't you think it's too late?"

"Did you ask me and didn't answer? Don't make it look like I'm abusing you. There's no need to make a scene like a revolution. What's the point of picking up your luggage and leaving and making trouble? You're not a child anymore, can't you talk about it properly?"

I really admire Camille, I thought, almost forgetting which side I was on.

"I, told, you, talked, passed, done!"

Cynthia said in a low tone, saying every word heavily.

"You still think I'm awkward." Cynthia said, walking towards me, reaching for my luggage, "I think we really have a serious communication problem, and you just keep thinking you're both right, your answers Can satisfy everything." She said, "I'm leaving."

I reached out to take the bag from Cynthia, but I didn't expect her to be so determined.

"Ann, be careful."

Phoenix warned me.

But as always, her warnings never worked as they should.