Online game: Confession of love to a noble daughter at the beginning

Liya's brain was swollen, and she sat in the study room of the mansion in distress.

She held a book in her hand and flipped it back and forth.

But no matter how she read, she couldn't calm down.

What was this?

She wanted to read a book to calm down, but the more she read, the more she could feel the strange sense of separation in her mind.

When did she start to have the habit of reading?

Liya couldn't read it anymore, closed the book, threw it aside, and rubbed her eyebrows.

She picked up the teacup beside her and drank a sip of tea quietly.

The bitter taste swept over her taste buds, and the aftertaste spread in her mouth.

Vanilla stood beside her, without saying a word. After Liya finished drinking, she thoughtfully refilled the tea for Liya.

Liya looked up at Vanilla and couldn't help asking:

"Vanilla, I remember, you are a mage?"

Vanilla bowed slightly and replied to Liya:

"Lady Liya, I am just an apprentice mage."

Apprentice mages are equivalent to the candidates for formal mages.

Liya naturally knew this.

So she nodded.

"I didn't expect that among your sub-human race, there would be a sub-human with magical talent like you."

Of course, what surprised Liya more was not Vanilla's magical talent.

But her unique reason and wisdom that was different from other sub-humans.

Did Vanilla know these naturally?

No, of course not.

With the reminder of others, Liya already felt that there was a very obvious memory gap in her brain.

She knew that Vanilla could not have been cultivated by herself.

It is almost impossible for her to train a demi-human who is so polite and behaves extremely elegantly, willing to serve others as a maid.

There is someone else who trained Vanilla.

Who is that person?

Although she asked Gwen many questions, Leah still couldn't find the missing memory that should have existed in her mind.

However, she had some goals.

First, because someone in the Clevenna family had an engagement with Gwen.

So the identity of the mysterious person is almost certain to be a member of the Clevenna family,

But the person of the engagement cannot be her!

Leah checked the relationship between the mysterious person and Gwen, and finally remembered.

Gwen is the swordsmanship teacher of the princess of the empire.

Her qualifications are obviously insufficient, and the royal family cannot let Gwen become the princess's teacher for no reason.

Leah then realized that the person he forgot must have some connection with the royal family, and the relationship is not bad.

Liya was sure that she had to investigate based on this information.

So she asked Gwen, who was still in the capital.

She believed that Gwen would be able to find something.

At this time, Liya saw the crystal on the table shaking.

Liya quickly took the crystal in her hand, but the voice coming from it was not Gwen,

but another person she was very familiar with:

"Miss Liya."

Lion's voice sounded inside.

Liya was not sure.

What did she want to report at this time?

"I remembered something, which may help you."

Liya cheered up and urged:

"Tell me!"

On the other side, Liion stood on the mountain of the mine, holding the shining crystal that could be used for communication.

Her long blue-gold hair kept swaying in the breeze, and her clothes were also constantly being picked up.

Liion stood on the top of the mine with a grim look.

She looked at the miners at the foot of the mountain and said lightly:

"I was there when the miners dug out the mirror."

At that time, Leon remembered that he had something to look for Leah.

"But at that time, I suddenly forgot about you."

"It wasn't until this morning that I remembered it."

Liya listened to her words and felt a trance.

Suddenly, she had some ideas.

She leaned forward slightly and stared at the crystal in front of her:

"What day is it today?"

"Ms. Leah, today is Saturday."

Liya heard the answer and instantly realized that something was wrong.

Because she also remembered that she received a notice from the miners and went to the mine to see the mirror.

But she didn't know anything about the memory after that.

She only knew that after she woke up, the mirror had been placed at home.

That day was Friday, and it was still morning.

She lost the memory of the whole day of Friday.

Just as Leon said.

Throughout the day on Friday,Leon, forgot her.

Now, this gap in Leah's memory is so similar to the experience described by Leon that it is amazing.

Leah was immediately excited and said to Crystal excitedly:

"Thank you, Leon!"

"Your clues provide me with enough help!"

After that, she quickly cut off the connection between Crystal and turned to tell Vanilla on the other side of God:

"Go and notify Butler Heilnason and ask him to move the mirror over."

Vanilla received the order, bowed slightly, and left the study.

Not long after, an old and strong tall bear man walked in.

Vanilla followed closely.

In the palm of the bear man's hand, one hand grabbed the frame of the mirror and brought it into the room.

In his hand, the mirror was like a tray, very small.

Heilnason placed the mirror in front of Leah and said to her respectfully:

"Ms. Leah, this is the mirror you asked for."

The smooth mirror reflected Leah's face.

She looked up and down at the mirror, and the person in the mirror also made corresponding movements.

"Hmm... this doesn't seem to be anything special?"

She wanted to reach out and touch the mirror, but suddenly, she was slightly stunned.

Turning back, she looked at Heilnason:

"Heilnason, what did you call me just now?"

"Why didn't you call me 'head of the family'?"

Heilnason bowed slightly:

"Ms. Liya, the head of the family is someone else."

Liya turned her whole body around, looked at him seriously, and asked seriously:

"What do you know?"

Heilnason lowered his head and responded respectfully:

"Sorry, Miss Liya."

"I am not capable enough, I only know this."

Liya put one hand on her chin and began to think carefully.

Just at this moment, the voice of the bear man came again.

"But I still remember."

Heilnason looked at Liya and said in a muffled voice:

"I once took you with me."

"I built a snowman."

At this moment, Liya raised her head suddenly.

That's it!

She no longer cared about the strange mirror, ignored Vanilla standing beside her, passed Heilnason, and hurried out of the study.

Soon, she ran to the door of her bedroom.

The high-intensity physical burst made her breathless.

But Leah didn't care at all. She pushed open the door of the bedroom and rushed to the cabinet eagerly:

"Magic lock? God, when did I set it up?"

She didn't care about these, stretched out her hand, and began to think about the correct way to open this magic lock.

But the moment her hand touched the cabinet, the magic lock opened automatically as if it had automatically recognized the person coming.

Leah didn't understand it, and a doubt rose in her heart.

But this was obviously a good thing.

Leah didn't think about it anymore, rummaged through the drawer, pushed aside the old toys that were patched up, and touched the bottom of the drawer.

Then, she took out the yellowed notebook.

Snowman, snowman!

She didn't care about the contents in the front of the notebook. In her mind, only the word "snowman" remained.

Finally, she found that page.

She looked at the contents and read carefully.

"December 21st..."

"Today, it snowed a lot..."

The immature words showed the innocence and romance of her teenage years.

Finally, Liya read to the back.

She was stunned.

"I showed the snowman to my brother."

"To my brother... brother?"

Who is my brother?

She put the diary on the table and read the previous contents like a madman.

"November 6th..."

"November 7th..."

"November 8th..."

Brother, brother.

The memories in this diary kept mentioning these two words.

But Liya had no memory of all the contents in this diary.

She was extremely anxious and tried to find the answer she wanted from this thin diary.

Even if it was just a name.

Brother, brother...

Who is he?

So, Liya kept looking for it, even ignoring the yellowed and brittle pages being torn by her.

Why did she forget, why?

Liya squeezed out an anxious voice from her throat, with a bit of crying.

Remember it quickly, Liya.

Along with the contents of the diary, she turned to the back.

"December, 23rd."

"He said he hated tears."

Yes, he hated tears.

At that moment, she learned for the first timeBecame strong and independent.

So from that moment on, Liya never cried for him again.

But this time, she still cried eagerly.

Tick, tick.

Tears wet the yellowed diary.

Liya lowered her head helplessly, letting her hair cover her face.

At the same time, she read the last paragraph.

"I'm so useless..."

The breeze broke into the window, blowing slowly across Liya's face, slowly blowing the yellowed and fragile paper.

Under the wind, Liya noticed.

A page of the diary was folded up.

It was as if she was deliberately trying to see it.

She hurriedly turned the page and read it carefully.

It was blank, with nothing recorded on it.

But suddenly, her eyes widened.

Above the blank, a simple smiley face was drawn.

But it seemed to have magic.

A name slowly came into her mind.

"Victor?"

The strong wind poured in from the narrow window, making the two windows crackle.

The curtains were rolled up, and Leah's hair became messy with the strong wind.

But between the strong winds, there seemed to be a breeze, which wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes as if inadvertently.

Leah blinked.

That was not a breeze.

At this moment, she saw it.

It was a palm, with warmth, stroking her face.

With the thumb, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

A black windbreaker kept dancing in the strong wind.

The man's calm voice gradually sounded in Leah's ears:

"I really don't like tears."

Leah was stunned, looking at the man in front of her.

Crow stood on his shoulder, raised his head, and his one eye looked very proud.

In the man's indifferent eyes, there was a soft breath, and he looked at Liya quietly.

Feeling the warmth of her palm, Liya raised her head quietly with moist eyes.

The wind outside the window seemed to become a little noisy, but no longer so wild, but warm.

The soft wind flowed over the skin, and the hair was lifted from the gentleness.

The man's familiar voice, accompanied by the steady breeze, gradually echoed:

"So, don't cry."

"My dearest."