Marry a Vampire - Chapter 2.2
Momo went straight to the lamp and found that it was also inlaid with a lot of shiny and bright crystals, each with a lighted milk-white colored candle.
Because there were a lot of candles, Momo, who was a big fan, couldn’t even count due to her curiosity: “1, 2, 3 … 96, 97? That’s not right, I’ve only—”
Suddenly hearing the sounds of footsteps from behind, Momo turned her head to look and found that Naze Vatican, who had already changed his clothes, to be standing behind her: “Did I scare you this time?”
“Ah, no…” Momo, who was squatting, turned around. She didn’t know what to say. After all, the opposite person was nominally her husband. He still seemed to love her very deeply. If she stood too far, he would be sad. But too close, she couldn’t bear it, so she had to stand there silly.
Naze Vatican walked up to her “It’s ninety-six.”
“I said that these candles are a total of ninety-six, you don’t have to count anymore,” Naze Vatican chuckled, “In any case, you have never counted.”
“Oh~” Momo went stupid, and her eyes looked everywhere else, not looking at the man in front of her. “Lu – Keer – Naze Vatican, I… I used to like this, um, this ‘color’?”
“Naze, it’s good to call me Naze. You used to call me this very name so much. It’s better to say it. I finally know why you didn’t call me by my full name. It’s really—” Naze stared at her face. Seeing Momo’s flushed face, he didn’t continue further, just paused and said sadly, “You have not changed from your past self, except, you forgot me and the ten years that belonged to us.”
“I’m sorry,” Momo muttered.
“Don’t say sorry and don’t doubt yourself anymore.” Naze Vatican extended his hand to touch her cheek. he doesn’t know why but he stopped midair. “I am no good.”
Momo raised her eyes and looked at the person in front of her. The smooth and deep outline was even more unclear in the swaying candlelight. The sleepy “confusion” in her heart gradually faded down, and her mood dehazed: “She passed out and lost her memory. After all, since you are still yourself, since the other party doesn’t mind, then why bother to cling to the past, good days will be good!”
Momo, who made up her mind, raised a bright smile towards Naze. “We don’t have to blame ourselves. From now on, I won’t say sorry to you, and you don’t have to say sorry to me. What’s important is the future. But—”
“But what?” Naze asked urgently.
Momo laughed out with a smile: “However, if you want to regret it now, hurry and say, I won’t blame you, or otherwise, I will ask for mental compensation next time, ah!”
Lu-Keer: As Momo didn’t know what to call Naze by, she used this word. Then immediately after a second, she corrected herself and called him by his name, Naze.