canary in cage

"Since you dare to do this, will what I say affect you?"

Listening to Cehir's words, Isri felt like a knife was slashing open his skin.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of his own breathing remained. Isri turned his head and glanced at the person on the bed.

"Master, I'm going out first."

When bending over, the joints on the body were as dry as unlubricated chains, and it was only when the door was closed that I felt relieved.

Isri leaned back against the door, exhaled a long breath, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and rubbed the roots of the mountain to relieve a little bit of headache.

Without Isri's voice, the room became silent again.

Cecil turned his head and looked out the window. A few leaves bloomed on the bare tree, and there were a few buzzing sounds of insects from time to time.

The sunlight that penetrated the glass shone on the quilt, and the hand that was frozen on the bed finally moved twice. Cecil took his hand out of the quilt, and ran towards the light with a trace of dust.

The arm that raised the hand was still a little trembling, and the bruise on the wrist was even more glaring under the sunlight, like a poisonous snake entrenched on the arm, seeking for the only remaining nutrients in the body.

But it seemed that even the sunlight was deliberately avoiding this position, and disappeared from the window within a few hours.

The day passed quickly, and Isri only came in a few times in the middle, and the two hadn't spoken since their conversation in the morning.

Even if Esri said something unilaterally, all he got was Cecil's calm hum.

At night, when Isri was about to leave the room, the long-lost voice sounded again.

"Turn off the light, I can't reach it."

Isri paused, turned around, opened the curtain a little, and opened his mouth: "Today is cloudy."

Cecil seldom turned off the lights when he went to bed at night. On the rare occasions when the lights were turned off, it was sunny outside and the moon could just shine in. Isri frowned and opened his lips slightly as he looked at the person on the bed.

"Shut it off."

Isri slowed down, nodded, walked to the bedside and turned off the light, and the room returned to darkness in an instant. Isri walked to the door, gritted his teeth, and finally pushed the door and walked out.

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After an unknown amount of time, the wind outside made the glass rattle, and the person lying on the bed was still staring at the ceiling with his eyes open.

"Tick tock... tick tock"

There was the sound of a few drops of water falling on the glass, and the person on the bed moved and turned sideways.

Cecil lifted the quilt from his body, and a gust of cool wind made his whole body tremble. After sleeping for a whole day, his back was very sore, and it took a lot of effort to get up from the bed.

The room was very dark, and Cecil groped around before reaching the curtain in front of him. After pulling it open forcefully, he realized that it was raining outside.

The glass has been soaked by rain, and I can't see the outside scene clearly. This is the first time it rained when I came back, and it has been gone for a long time.

Cecil stood on tiptoe slightly, and opened the lock on the glass. In an instant, the cold wind from outside poured in, blowing the clothes up all over.

As if he couldn't feel the cold wind, Cecil stretched out his hand by the window. The raindrops slapped on his hands and arms, and the cold seeped into them.

It seemed that Cehir could only feel that he was alive only with the bone-piercing coldness. The cold wind blew away the layer of water accumulated in the palm of his hand.

Is it interesting to go on like this?Cecil turned his head sideways, and he could vaguely see the horses in the stable eating their forage leisurely. He was not even as comfortable as an animal.

The woods in the distance were rustling by the wind, but from a distance, the lights in the town were still on. They were soaking in the rain, still worrying about their future life.

Cecil took a step forward subconsciously, wanting to see more clearly, but as soon as he lifted his foot, there was something between his feet, and he lowered his head to find that it was the ring thrown out by him.

The cold wind was still blowing, and the hair on his forehead was almost wet by the rain. Cehir stood in front of the window, looking down at the ring lying on the ground.

After hesitating for a long time, Cehir still bent down and picked up the thing.

The black and gold rose on it was still intact, tightly wrapped around the slender bright silver ring.

Cecil put the ring in the palm of his hand, and stretched it out from the window. After a while, the rainwater wrapped the ring, and the overflowing water flowed down the wrist, into the clothes, and then flowed down the waistline to the feet.

After feeling that it was almost done, Cecil stretched his hand in, the ground under his feet was a little wet, and the temperature of the room rose again after closing the window.

Cecil curled himself up, and brought the cold ring back to his left hand.

The dark captivity finally turned the proud canary into a prisoner in a cage.

The body was already weak, and with the cold wind last night, Cecil had a high fever early in the morning.

Isri yelled a few times and didn't respond. It wasn't until his hands touched his body that he realized that his whole body was already unbearably hot.

Yisli was busy decocting the medicine all morning, and the ice towel was changed several times in the middle.

When Fuce Hill got up to take the medicine, his consciousness was still vague, and the medicine that reached his mouth flowed down the corner of his mouth several times.

The medicine itself is bitter, and for the unconscious Cecil, he instinctively resisted what he didn't like.

Isri frowned, and tried every means he could think of to finally feed the medicine into it.

Seeing that Cehir didn't take the medicine, Isri's face was not very good.

"Master..." Isri called out.

Cehir didn't respond, but frowned uncomfortably. Isri bent down and put his hand through Cehir's neck. After a long while, he still endured, took a sip of the medicine, and reached for his pale lips.

If you wake up, then continue to hate it...

A bitter mouthful was suddenly sent in, and Cehir's resistance became more obvious, and he couldn't help but raised his hand and tore Isri's arm.

Isli, who was about to take the second bite, suddenly fell on Cecil's hand, the black color was extremely eye-catching.

Isri was stunned for a moment, but still lowered his head, and lowered his lips again. This time, Isri moved very slowly, and his heart was like the bitterness coming from his throat.

Why put the ring back on again?What exactly do you want to express, young master...

It was so ironic, Isri closed his eyes and felt the trembling lips.

"As expected, you are still afraid, young master."

Isri's voice was very soft, and he lowered his head and took the third sip of the medicine. His white fingertips were firmly grasping the cuffs. Isri was no longer looking at the person in front of him, and slowly raised his hand to pat Cehir's face. back.

Isri raised his head, and his pale lips finally softened.