[Sense and Sensibility] Fascinated by you

In May, there was a torrential rain.

The chime clock downstairs had just struck 10 times, and suddenly there was a strong wind outside the window, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the window with the strong wind; there was a sound of crackling.

"Boom" a huge thunder sounded, the sound passed through the thick wall as if it was in the ears of the maid Kelly, she woke up from her sleep in fright.

Her face still had the panic of being awakened by the loud noise, and she rubbed her arms with her hands, as if trying to smooth the bristling hair on her arms.

Kelly got up and went to the window to look out the window, the water flowed down the glass, the green plants outside the window, the white railings, and the black night were all mixed together like an overturned palette.She squinted her eyes and rubbed her temples with her fingers. The short sleep just now made her head hurt a little.

There is only a little dim candlelight in the huge room, and the tall wardrobes, tapestries, and wall decorations cast long shadows under the candlelight, and the occasional flickering lights make people always wonder what is behind the shadows.

The empty room made all the senses sensitive. Kelly pricked up her ears. Apart from the sound of the rain separated by the wall, it seemed that only her own heartbeat was left. The silence in the room was terrifying. She suddenly felt uneasy. I know where this anxiety comes from, maybe it's an overly quiet environment, maybe it's a room that suddenly gets dark.This anxiety prompted her to walk quickly to the bed in the middle of the room.

It was a gorgeous and comfortable big bed, made of walnut wood, with ivy, a symbol of longevity, carved on the four bedposts. Laurel branches and leaves, with scarlet tassels hanging from the corners.The flannel blanket is laid under the bed, and the white and soft sheets come from silk products from the far east. When people lie on it, they will sink in. Kelly once secretly lay on it while making the bed, but she found it was not very comfortable. , When she got up, her back was sore and her legs hurt.

She lifted up the curtain carefully, and there was a girl about ten years old lying on the bed, her golden curly hair was scattered on the pillow, the blush after a high fever still remained on her plump cheeks, and the long and dense eyelashes were under her chin. Eyelids cast a shadow, small and lovely nose, flesh pink lips.She was lying peacefully on the bed, with a sweet smile on her face, like a sleeping angel.

Kelly first breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this young lady has been ill for several days, she can only lie weakly on the bed, even if she falls asleep for a short time, she will be tossed and turned unsteadily by the illness.She looked at the sleeping angel carefully, and then as if thinking of something, she pulled open the entire curtain, staring at the cute sleeping face, she stretched out her hand tremblingly to touch her Small face, then put her hand under her nose, after a while she pressed her ear to her chest, and finally she took a few steps back in disbelief.Her eyes widened, and she trembled uncontrollably.

"Oh! My God! Miss Hathaway!" She hurriedly fled the room with her skirt in hand.

After a while, the whole manor was awakened. The old Viscount Butler's voice could be heard even outside the manor, and he yelled for someone to invite Pastor Matthew over immediately.He didn't even have time to wrap himself in a nightgown before running into the bedroom of his only daughter.

He went straight to the bed, tremblingly stroking his baby's little face, soft and delicate, there was still residual warmth on it, he couldn't believe the bad news, carefully examined his daughter, maybe, maybe she She just fell asleep, she just slept too deeply, she was only 10 years old, God wouldn't be so cruel.

He bent down and kissed her forehead, her little cheek.Tears slowly crawled all over his face. "No, no, my little one, don't leave me, don't leave your poor father!"

Mrs. Butler had just left him a few months ago, and he hadn't had time to recover from which shock, and now his only daughter was leaving him?

More than an hour later, Pastor Matthew walked into the room. His robe was still dripping with water. He waved away the maid holding the towel, and ignored Mr. Viscount who was still staring at his daughter by the bed. Miss Hathaway's body.

After a few minutes he had to say to the poor father "Yes, Miss Hathaway has left us forever." He couldn't even bear to look at his old friend's face, who was riding like a young man a few months ago Hunting, but now he seems to be 10 years older, sitting on the edge of the bed with a hunched body, Matthew deeply knows how much the Butlers love their daughter, and he has just lost his beloved wife, and now even His daughter was also lost, and he was afraid that the old Butler would not be able to bear the blow.

"No! Impossible! She's still alive! She's not dead!" Sir Butler yelled as if irritated. He pointed to the girl's rosy cheeks and said, "She still has warmth! She's not dead!" ! She won't die!"

It was still raining outside, and the chiming bell downstairs was ringing "Dangdangdang" throughout the manor. Comparing with the oppressive atmosphere in the room, the bell sounded extraordinarily solemn, as if it symbolized the end and beginning of life.When the bell slowly struck twelve times, everyone in the room couldn't help shaking, as if a gust of wind passed through them, and even the noisy Viscount Butler calmed down and looked up at his surroundings.

Perhaps there is no saying in the West that a group of demons dance wildly at midnight, but everyone feels an inexplicable fear rising from their hearts.

"Ah!" the maid Kelly exclaimed, pointing her finger on the bed in horror.

That pair of emerald-like crystal clear eyes quietly opened.