Previously they were in the sa college, although not in the sa major, yet almost eting every day.
Last year, Andre completed his studies a year earlier than she did and returned to his country to gradually take on so national affairs, so they rarely saw each other.
Though they kept calling each other constantly, their true face-to-face eting was already six months ago.
This eting seems to have changed greatly from six months ago.
The boy in front of her now seems much more mature compared to before, no longer soone she could easily see through, nor as willing to share everything with her as he used to...
She doesn’t like this change; he’s clearly sitting right across from her, yet suddenly feels so distant.
Or maybe because he’s fallen in love!
Chongchong pursed her lips, wanting to speak but unsure how to ask.
It’s his personal privacy; if he wanted to tell her, he would have...
Thinking of this, she closed her mouth again.
Across from her, Andre put away the chess pieces, looked up, and saw her staring at him with her bright eyes. eting her gaze, he suddenly felt guilty.
Could it be that she saw those clothes and guessed sothing? Afraid he’d feel embarrassed, he intentionally suggested going to Antarctica to research, as a discreet way to... reject?
It must be because of this; otherwise... why would she still be wearing old clothes, not even willing to wear the clothes he bought?
Thinking of this, Andre felt more and more disappointed.
Seeing his evasive gaze, seeming even more distracted, Chongchong’s mood grew even more dismal.
Initially, when he just returned to the country, he would call her almost every day. They had endless topics to discuss, often talking late into the night.
But recently, the past half a year, his calls have beco much less frequent, and when he does call, he simply checks on her and quickly hangs up.
Before, she always thought he was too busy to have ti; now it seems that is only part of the reason.
A rare eting, expected to be a joyous journey, turned out to be such silent opposition.
It seems their relationship will beco increasingly distant in the future...
She lifted her hand to tidy her long hair, ntally sorting out her bad emotions.
A good friend finding a new life, she should be happy for him. If he truly liked her, he would have confessed years ago...
"Andre." Thinking of this, Chongchong smiled again, "Last ti I heard from mom, you should be having your coronation soon, is that true?"
"Yes." Andre saw her smile again and felt slightly relieved, "Father is planning to formally crown at the National Day celebration."
Chongchong imdiately reached her palm out to him, "Congratulations, you will certainly be a good King."
Andre smiled and held her small hand, "Thank you!"
"With this trend..." Chongchong drew back her little hand, "You will probably be even busier in the future."
Once he becos the Crown Prince, he’ll be busier, and their chances to et will likely decrease even further.
Or maybe, this is the cost of growing up; those friends you played with growing up will inevitably leave one after another, starting their own new lives.
Thinking about it is really lancholic.
"Probably will be." Andre sighed, "Sotis I really wish I weren’t the Crown Prince."
If that were the case, he wouldn’t have to take on the responsibility of managing this country, and he could do whatever he wanted, or accompany her in doing what she wanted.
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