glass lover

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Margaret was at home playing with the ring that Elaine gave her last time, but did not return it to Murat.After thinking about it, she decided that it would be better to give it back to Murat.He was about to call him when the doorbell rang.

"Who will come so late?" She opened the door, only to see Murat standing at the door with a frustrated expression.

"Is there anything? I was just about to call you, and here you are. Huh? Nedhart? Are you okay?" She turned on the light in the living room, and moved the messy cushions and books from the sofa.Murat didn't speak, and threw herself into the sofa with a bang as if returning to her own home.

Coming out of the kitchen with a pot of tea, Marguerite saw Murat bury her head on a cushion.

"I don't know what's going on. Anyway, when I noticed, it had already driven to your door. I'm sorry to bother you so late."

What else could make him like this?Although the busy official work will make him tired, it will definitely not make him lose his mind and not know where he is.Margaret guessed that he might have run off to find Elaine.

Don't tell him the address of Baiyangshu if he knew it earlier. ...... Margaret felt a slight remorse in her heart.However, even if he didn't tell him, it didn't mean that he wouldn't try to find her by himself.Marguerite sighed softly to herself and filled Murat's teacup.

"Gretchen, tell me, are we getting too close?" Murat still buried her face on the cushion, and slurred her words.

Margaret felt as if she had been electrocuted for a moment, and she was stunned.For several seconds, she couldn't answer the question.

"You, why are you asking me like that? How would I know?"

Originally, she wanted to take this opportunity to hand over the ring to him, but she has completely forgotten about it now.She blurted out, "Did Elaine tell you anything?"

Murat still refused to put down the cushion, only to see him shaking his head without answering.Margarita stood up suddenly, walked up to Murat, and snatched the cushion from his hand.Murat looked up at her in surprise, not understanding why she was so agitated.There was an expression in the lake-green eyes that he had never seen before. He didn't know if it was anger or agitation, or just simply being unable to control it.He knew that she had already guessed it, and he no longer tried to hide it. He shook his head and said, "No, she didn't say anything to me. I just went to drink coffee."

Marguerite grabbed the cushions, sat back on the sofa in frustration, and threw the cushions beside Murat.She felt ashamed that she had behaved so close to irrational.Just now his question was still running in her mind, her heart was still beating rapidly, and her palms were slightly sweating.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't go to her anymore, it will only cause trouble to you, your brother, her, and myself."

Hearing Murat apologize to herself in a weak voice, Marguerite lowered her eyes and thought, with mixed feelings in her chest.She couldn't be angry with Murat—who could blame it?It all started with sending Elaine to have a baby, who would have known that there was such a past between them?This should be something that should have been settled between them long ago, what am I doing impulsively here?

"Maybe what I can't bear is something else..." She thought in shock, squinting at Murat, who sat there in the same posture, holding the cushion just now with one hand, staring blankly. Staring blankly at the clock on the wall.She could see clearly, but he turned his head, and the two stared at each other for a moment.

"...I don't know the answer to what I asked you just now." Murat finished speaking in a somewhat unstable voice, then got up and walked towards the door.

"Wait a minute!" Margaret chased after her involuntarily, grabbing Murat's clothes.Murat lowered her head, held her cheeks, kissed her forehead lightly, and left without saying anything.She stretched out her hand, as if to call him back, but she could only watch his tall figure walk out of the gate, and listened to the sound of the car leaving in vain.

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More than three months have passed, and Murat has not visited Marguerite's small house again.

Early spring passed and May came, and even the sunshine was full of longing-like sweetness.Just after class that day, Margaret looked at the greenery outside the office window, and suddenly felt her heart move.

"It's been a long time."

She bought a large bouquet of white lilies and drove to the Central Cemetery.Just like in the past seven years, she walked to the grave of Marshal Oberstein with the bouquet of lilies.The gray marble tombstone is as clean as ever, presumably because the people who take care of the cemetery often come to tidy it up.

Margaret put down the bouquet in her hand and murmured, "I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you lately?"

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I was notified to go to the space port to pick up Reiner.Fresh from a nightmare of betrayal (neglect) at Heinesen, he looked very haggard.We hugged silently at the exit, and Reiner burst into tears.

"I thought I'd never see you again." Growing up, it was the first time I saw Reiner crying like this.

The atmosphere of joy is still everywhere.Yes, no matter how miserable and unfortunate, the New Year still has to be celebrated.

Reiner's punishment came down quickly.In fact, there is no question of punishment.As the squadron staff officer of the New Territory Security Force, he was transferred to the Ministry of Military Affairs and was not demoted, but he might be frozen like this from then on, and he stayed in logistics without being promoted until he retired.

"Forget it, forget it, don't go to the front line, what meaningful battle is there now?"

Lena laughed to himself.I know that he is not the kind of bloodthirsty soldier, and I don't think that if soldiers don't fight, life is dull and meaningless.I gratefully accepted him into my little apartment.

After a month, he asked me, "How did you and that Millhassen get along so well?"

I shrugged my shoulders and answered him with a smile: "I don't know how to say it, anyway, he is my good friend, there is no doubt about it."

Reiner shook his head incredulously, and said:

"You two just didn't sleep together!"

I didn't answer.Reiner didn't delve too deeply into my other relationships, and he and Millhasson were courteous, not sullen or impatient at all with Millhasson's over-frequent (for him) visits.

"Military Affairs Minister is going to Heinesen Town (ignoring) to suppress the local turmoil (ignoring). The fleet of Murat and Admiral Biedenfeldt will go with him." At the end of February, Reiner told me .I was having dinner with him and Millhassen at my apartment at the time.

"Oh?"

"Will you visit him? Didn't you live with him for a few years when you were a child?" Reiner turned to me after finishing the news.

"What are you going to visit for?" Millhassen rushed to answer before I could speak.I didn't know if he was joking or sarcastic, so I opened my eyes wide and looked at him.

"I went to the Military Affairs Minister's Mansion to find my father. What does it have to do with him?" I replied seriously, and Reiner's expression was a little weird.

"Isn't it just like that? We always meet by chance on purpose! How many times have I told you!" Millhasen raised his voice as if no one was there.

"Don't teach me like this, can you!" I blurted out impatiently.

"Who taught you? What kind of life did you live half-dead at that time? You are always so willful!"

Shy and anxious, I threw the fork on the plate with a clang. "Who is willful with you?"

"How dare you say that!" Millhasen seemed really angry.He slapped the table hard, and we glared at each other across the table.Reiner was between us, neither talking nor not speaking.

"You...how can you..." I was discouraged, trembling, speechless.

"It's up to you! Do you think I'm annoying if you care too much?" Millhasson's voice actually had a deep sense of loneliness.

"I'm... sorry." I said in a voice that only I could hear.

Although Millhasson didn't intend to continue to be angry with me, he recovered half of his recovery as soon as he left the dining table, and he even came to help me clean up and wash the dishes, but the guilt in my heart didn't disappear so easily.After Millhassen left, Reiner asked me cautiously:

"What were you talking about just now? Why did Paul get so angry when I mentioned Marshal Oberstein?"

I froze for a while.Suddenly, I couldn't help crying.I cried for half an hour.Reiner was even more confused, but he just hugged me and didn't ask any more questions.

Since that day, any news related to the upper echelons of the military, whether it is public important news published in the newspapers, or trivial and insignificant small things, has never appeared on my dining table again.I don't know if Millhasson ever asked Reiner to tell him about my past in private. In short, even if I mentioned it, both of them didn't answer at all, or they ate their own food, or called immediately Stop talking about other things.As for whether there is chaos in the new territory (neglected) or what the Iserlohn army's movements are, they never mention it.