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When Dr. Sun returned to the castle that day, it was a mess inside.The maid stood guard at the door and opened it, grabbed Dr. Sun's wrist and ran upstairs.Nibel stood by the bed, holding Benoit's shoulders with trembling hands. Benoit was trembling undetectably, as if he had been frozen, and his teeth kept chattering.

"What's going on here?" Dr. Sun took off his coat, walked over and grabbed Benoit's arm.

"I was fine when I came back last night, but I didn't talk much. When I woke up this morning, I found that I couldn't wake him up. After waiting for a while, he opened his eyes. He only woke up for a while, and then fainted again. I passed by, and my whole body was trembling." Niebel stared anxiously at Dr. Sun's hand for Benoit's pulse.

"First burn some vinegar, put a few slices of ginger, and put it in the corner." Dr. Sun frowned: "Maybe it was out of breath. What happened yesterday?"

"There was a little misunderstanding between me and him. But he was fine yesterday, how could-"

"His physical foundation is poor, and whether he can hold on is sometimes a matter of second thoughts. He is actually quite stubborn, and he is probably at the edge of his head. Now it is not so much that he has passed out, but that he does not want to wake up."

"so what should I do now?"

"Let's take care of it first."

The room was soon filled with the smell of vinegar and ginger, which was a little pungent, and the servants all went down.

"I came here this time to inform you that the course of acupuncture and moxibustion is over, and you only need to take medicine in the future." Dr. Sun sighed: "I will prescribe some medicine to keep, but I advise you to find another doctor to treat Benoit. Because I'm going back home soon."

"I'm really sorry to trouble you, can't you stay a little longer, this..." Nibel held Benoit's hand tightly.Benoit was sweating profusely, his eyebrows were tangled, and his eyelids were closed.

"Excuse me."

"I was the one to be rude, and I hope Dr. Sun won't argue with me." Nibel stood up, bowed to Dr. Sun, and Dr. Sun also went downstairs:

"Young man, is there anything you can't talk about?"

Benoit woke up when the smell of vinegar became stronger and choked Nibel coughing.But when he woke up, he didn't say anything, just looked at Nibel, watched and watched, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and into his hair, leaving only two faint traces of water.Nibel looked at the two clear tears and felt that they were like two stones, and his heart was smashed like a piece of glass by them.He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Benoit, bent over, his foreheads touching each other.

Benoit was lying on the bed, motionless like a wax figure.

"Sir, someone has delivered your letter." A servant knocked on the door.Niebel sat beside Benoit with the letter and read it.

The letter was very simple, so I folded it in three with the simplest letter paper, and put it in a blank envelope without wax.The font in the letter is very familiar to Nibel, and it was written by Mrs. Mill, now Mrs. Linton.

"Mr. Roswell:

Sincerely

Unexpectedly, the last time I write to you, my tone will be so official.A few months ago, I would have never expected it, but today everything seems to be logical.You apologized to me yesterday, which really terrified me, because when I think about it, you don't owe me anything.If you insist on saying that there is something that I want from you but you haven't given, it is love, but love cannot be forced, and I understand this point more deeply than you do now.

The reason I say you don't owe me anything is because you are the most innocent in this whole thing, please allow me to elaborate.

My parents are ordinary wine merchants, and their life is tepid, but they are quite rich.They sent me to a convent school when I was a kid, and I was able to read and write.The life in the monastery is quite boring. All you have to do every day is to serve Allah, and then study those boring summaries of holy history.

At that time, my biggest pastime was reading novels.Those love stories made me yearn for gentleman lovers and sweet marriages.I met a handsome young man with a miserable life experience, and I helped him by chance, so I won't repeat the story.In short, I was full of joy, thinking that the romance of the novel was about to befall me.But misfortune is always the main color of life. My family suffered a sudden change, my father died unexpectedly, and my mother was heartbroken and terminally ill.

I had no money to treat my mother, and that's when I met my husband, Mr. Mill.He comforted me tenderly and paid for my mother's medical expenses in advance.I was grateful and guilty at the same time, these emotions were burning and flickering in my heart, dazzled my eyes, I actually thought it was love, and married him in a daze.

I'm sorry, I've said a little too much, I hope you can forgive me, because all these years, these things have rotted in my stomach, kept fermenting, and messed up my mind.

The life after marriage was very different from the life I dreamed of as a girl, and then you just broke into my life.Someone must have said that you are an extremely attractive, irresistible man for women?You are.So I pinned my yearning for love on you again, which was another failure of mine.Of course, these experiences did not leave me with nothing, at least I learned not to pin my hopes on men.

I have never been able to guess the arrangements of fate.Do you think I can't feel your perfunctory treatment of me?Do you think I really don't know that you don't love me?If you think so, you're downright stupid.Women are as sensitive to love as paper is to fire.

When I was downhearted, I met Bastian, Basile by your side.He was the boy I helped back then, and he was as sensitive and suspicious as I remembered.Bastian asked me if I loved him, how absurd!In my memory, he is just a blank back, an insignificant dot, how can I love him?What I didn't realize was that was where my nightmare started.He forced me.

Rym happened to be unwell at the time, so I advised him to go to the country to recuperate.During that time, I was also in a daze and fell into a desperate situation.When I write to you, nothing comes to mind.Nibel, how I wished you had seen it!

You should have heard about what happened later, our family owed a lot of money.I wanted to ask you for help, but my self-esteem would not allow it.In any case, I must admit that there is still an altar in my heart where the fire of love is enshrined, and I don't want to defile it.But how can I raise money?Reem sold everything in the house that could be sold, and we had nowhere to go.He began to drink heavily, hang out, and when he collected a sum of money, he threw it into the gambling house, hoping to win a huge sum of money.

What made things worse happened, Rem didn't know where he learned about the matter between me and you, he used this to blackmail me and sent me to that place.This is my retribution, the retribution of my infidelity, I admit it.

Who would have thought that I would meet Bastian again there.How I wanted to kill him, or commit suicide.Things like that ruined me, and I stopped taking my self-esteem so seriously, so I finally turned down my face and came to you.It is too easy for a man to destroy a woman in this era.But I didn't expect that he was by your side!I was so scared that I ran away.

Mr. Roswell, I'm sure I'm not stupid.I soon discovered that Bastian had something to do with Ream's depravity, and even the failed operation.I realize he wants to ruin Reem, but there's nothing I can do about it.This is the first time I have faced the passionate love in the novel, but I don't want to accept it anymore.I had no idea that the cost of rejection could be so deadly.

The blinding fire was written by Rim, or Bastian.Generally speaking, they are partners, one wants money, and the other wants life.

Reem just wanted to set fire, and then save people, in order to get huge medical expenses.But Bastian would rather have you die in the fire with him. (Of course, Bastian's motives are my guess, but it's more than likely. He's a demon!)

You probably already know the rest.You are a smart person, and you can probably guess it.But that diary, you have made a mistake of a smart person-thinking of others too smart.That's really a coincidence, I don't have that much scheming.You're going to allow a desperate woman to find a place to talk.

And, Bastian is indeed Thrush's current boss, but it probably doesn't make sense if you know this, I just mentioned it incidentally.

Frankly speaking, I'm telling the whole story because I want to get rid of Bastian once and for all.He ruined your property and your eyes, I don't think you would mind solving this little problem for me while taking revenge.

I still have a deposit in the bank, which was left by my mother. If you can find Reem, please give him this money.I still feel a little guilty for him.

Again: Please call me Charlotte Linton from now on.

Sincerely

Charlotte Linton"

Nibel finished reading the letter and put it on the bedside table.He has no mood to care about these love-hate entanglements now, and only cares about the sick Benoit.

For twelve days Nibel had not left Benoit.Benoit would wake up occasionally, and when he woke up, he quickly asked his servants to bring up the porridge and feed it to Benoit.He barely slept, just kept feeling Benoit's pulse and feeding him medicine.

If he felt that Benoit's temperature was abnormally high, he immediately put gauze soaked in cold water on him.He asked his servants to prepare Tang Pozi. If Benoit's hands and feet felt cold, he would put them on and cover them. If Tang Pozi was slightly colder, he would ask his servants to change it, and then put his feet on his stomach to cover.

After being ill for so many days, Benoit didn't lose much weight, but Nibel was rather emaciated. He was frightened every day, couldn't eat, and became emaciated.

Every morning when the servants came up, they could see Nibel half-kneeling beside the bed, with his head resting on Benoit's.

When he had nothing to do, Nibel sat by the bed and looked at Benoit.Due to the recent overuse of his eyes, his eyes are sometimes good and sometimes bad, and sometimes he can see Benoit's face clearly when he is in good condition.

As long as he could see clearly, he kept staring at Benoit, as if he wanted to carve Benoit's face into his brain.When he couldn't see him, he lowered his head and held Benoit's face in his hands. Tears fell on Benoit's face, forming a small lake in his deep mountain root triangle. Wa's cheeks were running down, as if he had cried himself.

"Get well soon, Benoit." Nibel prayed in a low voice: "I miss you very much."

He found a cross, and even asked someone to buy prayer beads. In his free time, he sat next to Benoit and asked for blessings like various gods and Buddhas.

The Buddha said karma, and he believed it. He felt that he owed too much emotional debt in the past, and now he is repaying the cause.Now he will pay back the broken hearts and tears those women have shed.

He heard that the God of Love used to punish those who despised love, and he believed it again. He felt that he was too arrogant before, so he got another statue of the God of Love to worship every day.He made a wish sincerely, hoping that if Venus really wanted to punish him, he would be the only one to be punished. He would be willing to push a stone or have his liver eaten by an eagle.He didn't understand why Benoit should bear the pain if it was his fault.

On the No.13 day, Benoit actually sat up on the bed when he woke up.Nibel rushed to hug him, his shoulders trembling slightly.Benoit felt a coolness in the pit of his neck.

"Your beard is very prickly." Benoit said softly.

"I forgot to shave, don't look at me." Nibel's voice was muffled.

Benoit's voice was a little hoarse, and his voice was very soft, as if floating in the air: "I'm going to watch."

He leaned back and held Nibel's face.Nibel's eyes were red, and Benoit wiped his tears with his thumb. When he found that he couldn't finish it, he brushed it with his palm.

"Don't cry, Nibel, am I awake?"