Entering a Split Personality

The Guangyao Ball came faster than Xiao He imagined.

Realizing that today is Al's birthday, Xiao He was a little relieved in his deep worries.

Birthdays are always good. If he can manage them properly, maybe Al can have a happy birthday party.

They got up extra early today, and almost when it was getting dark, some elves brought clothes and jewelry.

Xiao He is Al's dancing partner, so he also has to dress up.

I thought there would be elves to help wear these cumbersome and delicate clothes, but Al waved them to retreat.

Xiao He was puzzled: "I can't handle them myself."

"It's okay, with me."

Xiao He had just realized what he meant. The silver-haired elf had slightly bent over, unfolded the pure white costume, and put it on him.

At that moment, a strong sense of tension arose in Xiao He's heart inexplicably, as if he had blasphemed the gods.

But at the same time an unspeakable sense of excitement surged because... he desecrated him.

In the huge silver mirror that was smooth as water, the elf boy stood in front. The noble silver-haired elf was dressed in a simple robe, and his gorgeous long hair was sprinkled behind him like a waterfall, flowing and pouring because of his gentle movements. It seems to exude a little bit of light.

He was supposed to be aloof and untouchable, but at this moment, he leaned over, bowed his head, slender fingers pierced through expensive accessories, and dressed neatly for the teenagers in front of him.

It used to be a long dressing process, but today it seems to be fleeting.

Xiao He didn't watch enough at all, but it was over.

The young man in the mirror was dressed in Chinese clothes, pure white interspersed with light blue, complicated and delicate hollow patterns accompanied by the finishing touch of the azure sapphire, made his whole person extravagant to an unimaginable degree.

But Xiao He didn't want to look at himself at all. He felt that he was so costumed but he was less than one-tenth of the person behind him.

Even if Al just put on a robe at random, even if he has long hair untied and no gems set.

But Xiao He still felt that all the glory was concentrated on him.

Al stared at him, an unconcealed surprise flashed in his eyes: "Very suitable for you."

Xiao He didn't take it seriously. He looked at him through the mirror and smiled, "Thank you."

Al hugged him from behind: "With me, you don't need to thank you."

Xiao He was warm in his heart. Thinking of this special day today, he bent his eyes and said, "I have prepared a gift for you. I will give it to you when the banquet is over, okay?" He secretly prepared it by himself these days. Something expensive, but he made it by himself, it was a small heart, after all, Al would not lack anything.

Al's eyebrows were soft, he kissed his neck, and said softly: "You are my best gift."

Xiao He's body stiffened slightly, realizing the meaning of his words, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Al pulled the hair out of his ear, kissed the tip of his ear lightly, then looked in the mirror, through the watery halo, locked his eyes: "I look forward to it. When it’s down."

Xiao He was startled, and a blush fluttered across his face, only then did he react.

Putting the clothes on him personally, are you waiting to take it off at night?

Although it was very untimely, and although there was delusion, Xiao He thought about the wedding uncontrollably.

The two people promised each other a wonderful moment of life, always dependent on each other.

The same dressed in Chinese clothes, the same grand banquet, and the same walk in hand.

Xiao He couldn't help bending his eyes, and said softly, "I am also looking forward to it."

Whether it is a dream, it is always so beautiful that people cannot regret it.

The Royal Feast is the most prosperous and grand carnival day in the whole world of elves.

The elves are gorgeous and exquisite at first, but on this special day, they are even more meticulously dressed up. They are all beautiful and unparalleled.

Xiao He played with Al, they wore the same style of clothes.

With pure white as the background and light blue surrounding it, like clouds falling from the horizon, the clear sky is washed and bordered, and the most sacred and pure colors are interpreted to the extreme.

The only difference is that Xiao He is more refined and Al is more elegant.

The two walked hand in hand, silver hair flowing, as if the Milky Way appeared in the world, the ink hair was smudged, and it seemed that night was falling.

Although most people don't know the young elf boy, they all sincerely believe that he is very suitable to stand beside the king, very suitable.

The only one, though kneeling down, his eyes are full of gloom.

If you don't see it, you won't think about it, and when you see it, you will feel longing.

The blending of black and silver is beautiful, but black can also contain gold.

Isn't he and him suitable?

Just because he robbed him, can he only give in?

Why?

Why should he keep being snatched away by him!

Because he is the king?

Because he is a god?

Lance lowered his head and respectfully shouted the honorific "My King Eternal Life", but he had already pushed him to **** in his heart.

At the beginning of the banquet, Xiao He and Al led the dance. Although they had practiced the dance steps for a long time, Xiao He was still nervous because of the gorgeous palace and countless dazzling elves.

Fortunately, Al is there.

"Don't think too much, look at me."

Xiao He looked into his eyes, and then forgot everything.

The beautiful movement is floating above, and the gorgeous dance is flying in the hall. He clasps hands with him, moves his feet, and wholeheartedly entrusts and trusts, enough to make everything around him become nothingness.

The perfect song ended, and Al kissed his forehead: "Don't worry, you dance very well, very beautiful."

Xiao He was still panting slightly. Hearing what he said, his eyes were slightly bright and he wandered with obvious joy.

Al felt itchy and kissed his lips: "I have to leave for a while. You wait for me obediently, and I will take you to the holy pond for baptism in the afternoon."

Xiao He nodded and replied: "Okay."

It wasn't until Al left and Xiao He stood alone in this gorgeous palace that he suddenly felt a stronger than a while lonely and cold.

No one would talk to him, and he didn't know anyone.

But... he never wanted to know each other.

Taking a deep breath, and then raising his head, Xiao He has calmed down, there will always be what should come, and what should be done must be done.

Al was so to him, he couldn't ruin him.

Although all this is false, but the treatment is real.

Doing what you should do is right.

Lifting their eyes and scanning around, Xiao He and Lance looked at each other.

The fair-haired elf was dressed in Chinese clothes, as handsome as ever.

Xiao He smiled at him slightly, and made a mouth shape silently.

Lance knew, and quietly walked away from the crowd.

Xiao He was alone, so he didn't need to care, bowing his head slightly, he easily faded out of the eyes of the elves.