HP White Night

"I think I've had enough. You can't do this. You can't pretend to ignore my wishes and my family and follow him. You have never considered me or us." "What about you, my dear Natalie," he stared at her without showing any signs of weakness, counting her rapid breathing due to the confession, "didn't I never show my admiration for that lord in the past few years? You ignored it and then accepted me. Why did you pick it up when you knew it was a snake?" She held her breath, realizing she had never been so naked, so miserable: "Because I fucking love you, Regulus Black. I know you're naive and shallow and cowardly, and yet I love you. I'm sorry." (Front row explanation: Natalie Vodianova is a model in reality. For this article, she is a muse-like existence, that is, the prototype of the heroine. However, the heroine has no connection with her except appearance and temperament. Any coincidence is purely the same.) Purpose: hp teenagers' discussion on life and death