"I know, thank you."

Karen walked out of the studio. Piaget was worried about Karen and followed him.

As he passed the bedroom, Piaget asked: "Would you like to lie down here for a while and rest?"

"No, thank you."

He said no, but Karen still looked into the bedroom a few times.

But just these few glances,

He discovered something.

"What is that?" Karen asked.

"Which one?"

"Under the bed, pink."

Piaget walked over, bent down, reached under the bed, grabbed out a piece of pink clothing, continued groping inside, and pulled out shoes and socks.

"This... these are Linda's clothes. How could they be under the bed?" Piaget said in disbelief, "How is it possible... how is it possible..."

"Piaget, was it actually you who made me coffee just now?"

"I...I made you coffee?" Piaget pointed to himself.

"You pretended to be your wife," Karen said.

"Did I act like my wife?" Piaget's chest began to rise and fall. Just when Karen thought there was going to be some physical accident, he leaned against the bed and sat down, "Karen, I think I

There must be some psychological problems. I don't remember those things, but there is still warmth on this clothes.

I think I have a split personality. I split a Linda in my consciousness. When I was sleeping, Linda woke up, and when I woke up, Linda fell asleep."

"Your makeup skills are really good." Karen said with emotion.

He really didn't realize before that Linda was Piaget pretending to be her.

Of course, this is also because they look so much like a couple, so it is very convenient to pretend.

"I studied ballet." Piaget said with a wry smile. "When I perform in college, I need to put on my own makeup."

"Oh." Karen nodded.

"Sorry, I scared you."

"No, it's nothing."

Piaget raised his head and looked at the chandelier on the top of the bedroom,

reach out,

Touched his chest:

"Actually, it was me who took the initiative to let Linda live in my heart, and it was you, Karen, who helped me make up my mind and let me try to split my second personality. Thank you, Karen."

Don't you blame me?

"No...you're welcome."

Just don't blame me, I feel quite guilty.

Piaget reached out and rubbed his already fluffy hair,

road:

"I'm sorry, Karen, I want to be alone for a while. There is a wine cellar in the basement. You can go down and drink some by yourself."

"No, I'll come see you another day. I'm sorry that I disturbed you."

"No, you didn't. It's nice to see you, really."

"Me too."

Perhaps it is because both of them are psychologically inclined that "talking" and "accepting" are very simple and there are not so many complicated processes.

"Meow……"

At some point, Pu'er also came to the second floor, right at Karen's feet, and seemed to be staring at the bedroom curiously.

Karen took one last look at Piaget, picked up Pu'er, and walked down the stairs.

When I walked into the yard, the golden retriever followed me prancingly.

Push the courtyard door open, walk out, and close it again.

He raised his head and looked towards the second floor, which corresponded to the studio window.

"Is it a second personality that he split off on his own initiative?"

sighed,

Karen walked to Mrs. Seymour's house next door. Before she rang the doorbell, Mrs. Seymour, who had been waiting at the entrance for a long time, had already walked out and asked enthusiastically:

"Mr. Adams and Linda, are they okay?"

"He's fine."

…

Second floor, bedroom.

Piaget closed his eyes, tears gently flowing from the corners of his eyes.

Linda,

my Linda,

I don't want to lose, and I won't lose you. No matter what, I will keep you by my side.

for you,

I am willing to deceive myself.

Just then,

The dresser drawer opposite the bed slowly opened, and from inside, there was a pile of flesh-colored clothes slowly standing up.

It spread out of the drawer, onto the floor, and then to Piaget's side.

immediately,

It began to stand up. It was very thin, and there were clear folding marks on its body, just like...a piece of paper, a piece of flesh-colored paper;

But at this time, she gradually unfolded a human shape, but this human shape was too thin and had no sense of three-dimensionality at all.

She stretched out her hand,

Gently covered Piaget's forehead,

Then,

She began to move closer to Piaget,

To be precise,

It's integrating.

Just like milk poured into coffee, it turns into another color in an extremely soft way.

Piaget's face,

Becoming...Linda.

a long time,

Linda (Piaget) opened her eyes,

She hugged herself with both hands,

murmured:

"My dear, I will never leave you."

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I have something to do tonight and I can't write anything. I'll do it tonight, so there's no need to wait.

In fact, I only saved 6 chapters before publishing the book, and they have all been used up long ago.

Ask me why I don’t save the manuscript before publishing the book. Because without you, I don’t have the atmosphere to create. I enjoy the joy of publishing a chapter and sharing it with you right away.

at last,
Chapter completed!