canary in cage

Looking at the person lying on the bed, Isri opened his mouth and didn't say anything. For Cecil, the last person he wants to see is himself.

Yisili stood by the window and watched for a long time, until the rain outside stopped and the sun came out, Yisili turned around and closed the door and walked out.

This time Cecil slept for a full day and a half before waking up, but he opened his eyes again, and fell asleep again within two seconds.

He didn't want to move, and he didn't want to think, so lying down seemed to be the best choice for him.

When Isri came in at night, the person on the bed was still motionless. Isri clenched his hands and half knelt beside the bed.

Cecil's hands were very cold, and it was like holding an ice cube in his hand. Isri lowered his head and put his mouth on his fingertips, took out a hot towel from behind, and wiped it gently.

The fever has almost subsided, but his body is still very cold. Yisli wiped half of it, and stroked his hand up, like a piercing ice pick, piercing hard into the palm of his hand.

Those slender legs no longer had the fleshy beauty of the past, and now they are covered with spots, and even the iron chains from a long time ago still have some marks on the ankles.

When he touched his knees, Isri's hands stopped and did not dare to move down, for fear that there would be another piece of blue on his body in the next second.

Isri put the towel behind him, stood up and covered Cecil with the quilt.

His breath was very shallow, and he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing if he didn't listen carefully. The dark circles under his eyes were heavy, and his whole body was like a piece of torn paper, stuck together with great difficulty.

Isri leaned over and rubbed the side of Cecil's face lightly with his thumb, brushing the hair behind the ear, but the movement seemed a little too loud, and the person on the bed frowned.

Isri was taken aback, and quickly moved his hands away, standing beside him a little at a loss.

When Cecil woke up again, it was almost noon the next day. Just as he opened his eyes, there was a sound of resistance in his stomach. Cecil tried to move his fingers, but they were still a little dry.

It was the first time for me to become so lethargic, and the pain in my body was better than the previous few days. Cecil sat up from the bed with support, and within a minute, his eyes began to doze off again.

"squeak--"

The sound of opening the door startled Cehir, the eyes that were about to close suddenly opened to look at the person standing at the door.

Isri pushed the dining cart and walked slowly to Cehir, and handed over the towel and water cup.

"There is a circus performance in the market today, is the young master going?" Isri glanced outside and opened his mouth.

He didn't know why he said that, but now he wanted to hear Cecil's voice, even if it was scolding himself.

After that night, everything changed. Cecil was far away from him. He tried his best, but in the end he pushed him even further.

Cecil's hand movements paused, he raised his head to meet Isri's gaze, and after a long time, he opened his mouth weakly and said, "You... want me to go?"

Isri was taken aback by the sudden question, not knowing how to answer Cehir's words for a long time.

Cecil glanced at Isri, then looked away, his eyes darkened: "No, I want to rest."

After a long time, Isri squeezed out a word from his throat: "Okay."

Isri placed the lunch in front of Cecil, but still said nothing, the unchanging expression kept throbbing in Isri's heart.

Because the head was too low, the hair hanging around the ears also drooped down. Isri noticed a step first, and bent forward to try to put the hair back behind the ears.

Suddenly, Cecil raised his head and looked at Isri with his eyes. For a moment, Isri's hand was also in the air.

"I haven't recovered yet."

Isri looked at Cehir with a puzzled expression after a word without beginning or end.

Cecil put the fork on the plate, leaned back, raised his hand to open the neckline, and raised his neck to Isri.

"I haven't recovered yet, and I can't do it now. If you don't mind my death, you can do whatever you want."

Isri withdrew his hand, clenched it tightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. In the next second, he stepped forward and wrapped Cehir in his arms, breathing a little unsteadily.

"Master, is this how I look in your eyes now?"

Suddenly, there was still a trace of fear in Cecil's eyes, but he was suppressed by calmness, and he pulled the neckline a little lower, revealing traces of embarrassment.

"What do you think?" Cecil said word by word to Isri's realization.

Isri was trembling all over, and finally raised his hand and punched Cecil hard in the ear, bowing his head.

"Sorry……"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and closed the door and walked out, walked straight to his bedroom, shut himself in the bathroom, and slid on the floor.

Crazy, crazy!What the hell did he do from start to finish!

He didn't want Cehir to be like this, but now that Cehir is like this, isn't it caused by himself?

Isri buried his head in the crook of his arms and pulled his hair with both hands, he didn't dare to look at Cecil's face and the eyes that were too dark to see the light.

Even the anger and resentment in those eyes... are ten thousand times better than now.

Cecil leaned on the bed, moved his body, put the plates back on the dining car, and was tidying up the shelves, taking them off the bed and putting them on the floor.

The weather outside had turned cloudy, and it seemed that it was going to rain again, Cehir let out a breath, and retracted himself under the quilt again.

In this way, it seems that there is no meaning at all...

So sleepy, Cehir shrunk himself tighter, and soon the sky outside turned overcast, and then, the heavy rain instantly shattered the glass.

In the past few days, it has been relatively stable, and there are a few more fresh flowers in the room, and Isri seems to be remedying everything.

But it's not too late, even if it's earlier, just a little... maybe it won't be like it is now.

Cecil turned over and lay flat looking at the gray ceiling. The sound of raindrops outside was getting louder. It was like a stone was hanging in his heart, and he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

If it just disappeared...how would Isri react?

Fear?Worry?Or... crazy?

Cecil opened the corner of his mouth, raised his arm and looked at the ring on his hand.

The black and golden rose wrapped around it seemed to be tighter, as if it wanted to completely strangle the silver ring below into its body.

Lightning lit up the whole room, and the branch outside the window projected on the bed like a huge black minion.

How long will it be like this... Everything seems to be piled up in front of me without end.

They are laughing at their own incompetence.

I'm so sleepy, I can't open my eyes, but it's still early.

Cecil tried hard to open his eyes, but closed them in the next second.

Is it necessary to wake up so hard?