Four Split Personalities

The man chuckled silently, his eyes filled with confusion and affection as he looked at his lover. Clearly, as someone who occasionally works on some side jobs but can almost be said to live for ’Diana A. Achizolti,’ Frank Hughes couldn’t quite grasp the meaning of her words. Yet even so, he still relished this inexplicable anxiety.

After all, who would mind their beloved being overly concerned about them?

So, although Frank Hughes had no notable troubles to speak of, he still...

"I’m asking you, feeling a bit more relaxed, Frank?"

With slender, fair fingers clumsily pressing against Motan’s temple, Diana, who was awkwardly trying to soothe her lover’s emotions, abruptly asked once again, not letting this man full of endless anecdotes and topics, who always made her laugh, dictate the rhythm of the romantic exchange as usual.

Frank closed his eyes, caught her clumsy yet warm little hand, pressed it to his face, and murmured: "I completely don’t understand what you’re saying, dear, do I really look like..."

"You do."

She didn’t let him finish, and while gently stroking her lover’s cheek, she earnestly nodded and then firmly repeated: "You do!"

Frank burst out laughing but didn’t open his eyes, lazily asking while feeling her warmth: "What do I look like?"

"I don’t know."

Diana confidently replied, held her lover’s face, slowly lowered her head, placed her forehead against his, and whispered in Frank’s ear: "Because I can’t quite express it, so I don’t know, but... I can sense this person is pretending to be strong."

[Pretending to be strong?]

Motan instinctively raised his eyebrows, those eyes Diana couldn’t see filled with mockery squinted slightly, his words still carried by Frank Hughes’ somewhat gentle tone: "I’m starting to worry about you, dear."

"Is there ever a time you don’t worry about me?"

The Grand Astrologist, who from all angles didn’t need worrying, raised her head, her gaze suddenly becoming clear and calm. She wrinkled her nose playfully, brushed aside a strand of hair on his forehead: "But I rarely, rarely worry about you~"

Frank was slightly stunned, then showed a complex smile: "Feeling like I’m hearing some hurtful words."

"Does it seem so? Even if it does, you can blame yourself, Frank."

Diana covered her mouth with a slight laugh, her long eyelashes making those beautiful eyes squint into two adorable crescents: "Who told you always to look so effortless, making people feel that no difficulty can hinder you, making one instinctively want to rely on you, making one unable to help but trust you unreservedly."

Frank was dumbfounded.

The reason was not complicated; it was because Diana’s words just now didn’t seem applicable to this moment and the man named ’Frank Hughes.’

"I’ve never been a particularly smart person. Although in some aspects I might have a talent, using Ana’s words, I’m simply someone who likes to daydream about stars, enjoys listening to boring stories, not good at interacting with others, very lacking in common sense, a foolish woman completely incomparable to her and Double Leaf, truly clever people."

Diana quietly watched her lover, the curve at the corner of her mouth happy and sweet: "And I’ve never hidden this from you, so... this self can also be loved and adored by Frank; every time I think of this, I feel very happy."

Frank took a deep breath of the pleasant air, his expression slowly becoming serious: "Diana, I..."

"Frank is an excellent person, although he doesn’t have Diana’s strength nor Diana’s wealth, but he’s just better than Diana."

The woman pouted unreasonably, declared without a doubt: "Because Diana is very reckless, often can’t understand things, making Ana worry, making Double Leaf worry, making Frank worry even more..."

Motan, performing a certain someone’s role, fell silent.

He knew clearly that Diana didn’t finish what she meant to say, and now she probably wanted from the bottom of her heart to finish it, even though these words meant nothing to him, yet he could not find a reason to silence her.

So silence is best, because at this moment, Frank Hughes should indeed be silent.

"But Frank is different, entirely different from Diana."

Grabbing a strand of the flaxen hair hanging on his shoulder, Diana, while attempting to tickle her lover’s nose, proudly said: "Frank always makes people feel at ease, just like the stars in the sky, naturally revolving, even during the day when you can’t see them with the naked eye, you know they’re there."

Motan’s smile seemed to stiffen for a brief moment.

Because in his memory, in his assumptions, in his understanding, Frank Hughes, though certainly a charming man, his character did not include such traits.

Frank should be a delicate, romantic, gentle, devoted, humorous, thoughtful, whimsical man, not like stars in the sky, looking down unseen, looking up unseen, imagining them seen as that.

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