One-thirty, the formal diplomatic conference officially began. In fact, I was quite curious about the president of Saint Kitts and Nevis, whose background from birth to assuming the presidential position has always been shrouded in mystery.
It is said he was predetermined to be president at three years old, with an absolutely excellent background, but was deposed at six.
Afterward, news about him continued to emerge, with both good and bad stories becoming world-shattering headlines. Later, he rose to power after resolving the economic crisis of Saint Kitts and Nevis.
This only raised everyone’s curiosity to the highest point. My originally minimal curiosity was gradually stripped away, and a spark of anger began to burn in my heart. His deliberate mysteriousness made me somewhat disdainful.
Bastelle was finally going to appear in the afternoon, with a level of mystery that was truly remarkable.
Waiting for Bastelle’s appearance was unbearable, but I never thought he would be the melancholy man from my dreams. Even though his skin color changed and his eye color changed, his facial features remained the same. That sorrowful face, the faint melancholy surrounding him, evoked sympathy.
I tried hard to control my inner shock, attempting to remain composed, but his face continuously intertwined in my mind.
Bastelle’s mysterious face looked at me with an especially intriguing expression, but only for an instant, making it impossible to determine whether it was imagination or reality.
The lengthy diplomatic proceedings ended unknowingly. In the conference hall, except for initial conversations, I simply stood beside Diluo, silently listening to his discussions. During this period, I continuously observed him but noticed nothing unusual.
Afterward, I finally dragged my exhausted self home – but that familiar face lingered in my heart. Was that face truly the one from my dream?
Chapter Two: Choice (1)
Everything seemed to pass like an episode without a trace. That familiar face never appeared again, as if it were all my ridiculous dream. Bastelle had not shown himself since that appearance, which indeed aligned with his mysterious nature.
Life continued as usual. Lazy as I am, I’m unwilling to consider too much. If we truly have a connection, even if separated by great distance, we will eventually meet again.
Chapter 2: Choice (2)
