welcome to the real world

Because of this face, Merika has suffered a lot since she was a child.

He didn't have plastic surgery, and he didn't have the slightest blood relationship with that noble Highness, but he was strangely similar, like a brother.

The third prince did not act in a high-profile way. Among the few princes and princesses who held real power, he was too low-key and never ostentatious. If he was not going to attend various government affairs activities, he would not even disclose his appearance to the public.

Before the age of ten, Myrica was only occasionally told that he looked like someone important, and greedy people suspected him of being an outcast illegitimate child, trying to profit from it.

Of course, this is pure nonsense, the royal gene has the highest secrecy of the empire, and it is absolutely impossible to leak it out.

Merika simply looks like an imperial prince.

As he grew up a little bit, it was okay to say that he was in a remote galaxy, but after returning to the capital star, he really suffered from the pain caused by this face.

He loves music, but because of this face, he was rejected from major orchestras; he is extremely talented, and the songs he composed are amazing, but unfortunately he is not qualified to sing by himself.

Not to mention the subsequent jealousy, exclusion, and bullying...

Before meeting Qi Lingxi, Merika hated her face so much that she thought about having surgery to change her appearance countless times.

Until that dinner party, until he met Qi Lingxi.

Being able to perform on stage was deliberately arranged by someone to send him to Qi Lingxi.

When Merika didn't know it, he only knew that he had waited for a long time, and finally had a chance to perform, even if it was just a private party, even if it was just for a few audiences who didn't care about him, it was enough.

What's more, the result was completely beyond his surprise.

He changed the trajectory of his life that night, and he did things that he had never imagined before.

Create and perform freely.

Become a real singer.It doesn't matter if he is popular or not, it doesn't matter if he is famous or not, he just fulfilled his dream - let the singing sound spread across the galaxy.

However all this...

will get it all...

Still because of this face.

How ironic, all the misery in front of him came from this face, and all the luck in the future was also because of this face.

Like Qi Yi, he was cast aside by everyone.

Like Qi Yi, he is cherished by Qi Lingxi.

He thought the former was a nightmare before, but now he knows the latter is.

Merika and Qi Yi looked at each other for only two or three seconds, but it was as long as spring and winter, and frost was everywhere.

The calmer Qi Yi looked at him, the more it hurt the young man's heart.

Ants.

This is clearly the look in the eyes of ants.

Yes.

In his eyes, he is indeed no different from an ant.

Embarrassed and angry, Myrica did something that he didn't even dare to think about. He strode over, without any witty avoidance, only the eruption of a teenager.

"His Royal Highness." Myrica stared at Qi Yi.

His abrupt behavior didn't make the third prince's quiet face show any unnecessary expression. He was half a head taller than Merika, and his aura of high position for a long time was intimidating. Even Merika, who had performed wonderfully in front of thousands of people, At this time, I also felt enough deep pressure.

The young man stubbornly maintained his humble dignity.

Qi Yi only gave him a casual monosyllable: "Huh?"

Most of the calmness he had maintained collapsed, and Merika felt extremely embarrassed, but he still refused to admit defeat and said: "Master Marshal likes..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Yi interrupted him in a low voice: "Is it you you like?"

Myrica: "..."

Just half a sentence, just a half sentence.

Merika, who was fully armed, had already discarded her armor.

Is it you that Qi Lingxi likes you?

is it you?

Facing Merika's pale face, Qi Yi didn't show the slightest expression of relief, he was still condescending and indifferent, and what he said didn't seem to be aimed at this plaything-like substitute.

"It doesn't matter who he likes, after all, I owe him, as long as he is happy."

After saying this, Qi Yi passed through the dull and stiff young man and walked straight out of the Marshal's Mansion.

Merika stood for a long time in the bright spring, her whole body was cold and her heart was ashamed.

——It doesn't matter who Qi Lingxi likes.

—he owed it to him.

——So even if he spoils a substitute...it doesn't matter.

Qi Yi said a few light words, which made Merika lose in a mess.

Also, what chance does he have?

He rushed out to confront him, and there was nothing left but to humiliate himself.

Doesn't he know, doesn't he know why Qi Lingxi prefers him, doesn't he know why Qi Lingxi has such an intimate thing with him after only seeing him twice?

He knows it all.

always knew.

Because of this damn face.

At the very beginning, why was Qi Lingxi so unhappy at the banquet?

Because Qi Yi left him and left first.

He summoned up the courage to meet him that day, why was Qi Lingxi so drunk?

Because the third prince of the empire is about to get engaged.

From beginning to end, only Qi Yi can shake Qi Lingxi's mood.

He is nothing.

This sweet year of getting along has become riddled with holes in front of the huge iceberg that surfaced.

The most ridiculous thing is that Myrica is self-defeating from beginning to end.

He has no right to go in and question Qi Lingxi, he can't ask him if he is thinking about other people through him, and he can't ask him if he has never liked him, let alone ask him if Qi Yi responds to him, what will he do? Is it just...

Maybe he should leave.

For the remaining sliver of dignity, he should go far away and forget about Qi Lingxi, this year, and the sweet time they had.

"What are you doing standing outside?"

With a clear and cold voice, Merika looked up and saw the Imperial Marshal standing by the door.

He was wearing warm white home clothes, with black hair over his ears, and the exposed cold white skin seemed to be able to melt the sun, and seemed to be melted by the sun.

Strong and fragile.

Cold, warm.

Many contradictions piled up the deadliest temptation.

When Merika realized it, she had already held his waist and kissed his rosy lips.

"Well……"

Qi Lingxi pushed him gently.

Merika grabbed his wrist and led him into the house.

Qi Lingxi's clothes were baggy, revealing her slender waist in a few strokes, and he couldn't help it: "In a while...you should eat..."

The word lunch was stuck between the lips and teeth by Merika, and only lingering kisses overflowed.

The automatic door closed behind him, and the gorgeous hall of the mansion was naturally empty, but under the crystal lamp that could reflect everything like a multi-faceted mirror, it was a bit shameful after all.

"do not……"

"..."

"Um……"

Qi Lingxi's eyes widened uncontrollably, and her nails pierced the young man's strong back.

The arrow was on the string, and Merika stopped, a pair of bright black eyes reflecting the stars were covered with a thin layer of ice, his voice was slightly hot, especially charming: "Qi Lingxi."

He seemed to be calling his name for the first time, which made people's throat tickle bitterly.

It was difficult for Qi Lingxi to keep calm, and her voice became hot: "Huh?"

Merika asked him, "Who am I?"

Qi Lingxi was obviously taken aback.

This almost imperceptible stupefaction stung the young man, and the already rough action became even more excessive. He bit the side of his neck and asked him repeatedly: "Tell me, who am I."

Qi Lingxi was in pain, his brows were furrowed, his thin lips were clenched tightly, and he was still unable to answer this simplest question.