People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 198

It was already strange enough that Lilith had barged right into my bedroom—not even stopping at the door or sending someone to announce she’d wait inside—and sat there, legs crossed, as if she owned the place. But what really made my head throb was how she kept speaking in vague, abstract terms instead of getting to the point like the Messenger of God—or God Himself—ought to.

Lilith had never shown any interest in romance or marriage, so it wasn’t as if she’d been heartbroken and lost her mind from the shock. Then why had she entered the Crown Princess’s bedroom without permission and even offered tea as if hosting a guest?

“And before long, spring will come.”

Still not done, huh? Feeling she’d just keep rambling if I let her, I decided to cut in.

Normally, interrupting someone mid-sentence is impolite, and anyone living a normal life might bring up something as harmless as the changing seasons. I’m not an idiot—I understand that much.

But Lilith was different.

She never made small talk like this. She was the type who’d wear a sly smile and throw herself silently into her duties until the day she’d be buried in the Order. She wasn’t even the quiet sort; she was cheerful and friendly, wonderfully sociable, yet somehow remained a diligent, hardworking prankster who never went out for fun—more like a mischievous workaholic, really.

“Snow will fall when winter comes—that’s just how it is.”

Precisely because she’d suddenly started talking so sentimentally about the obvious, it felt artificial, like an overacted classical play—so I shut her down with a blunt, realistic reply to prevent her from continuing.

I also suspected she might be dragging things out deliberately, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal her real hand, so I swiftly seized control of the conversation to push her toward the main point.

“It feels odd hearing you recite such obvious truths like a poet all of a sudden.”

I shrugged and raised one eyebrow. At that, Lilith turned her gaze from the window and looked straight at me. I’d half-worried her eyes might have gone strange from playing the artist, but they were clear and bright—exactly as usual.

“Haha, when I used to travel, I often talked like this with my friends.”

Not long after, Lilith let out a soft laugh. From that expression, I faintly sensed she’d been gazing at me with such tenderness because she missed those friends from her traveling days.

“So even you—who always claims the present matters most and acts so perfectly content—still feel that longing, so long as you haven’t carved your emotions out entirely.”

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