canary in cage

Cecil closed his eyes, and the sound of the rain in his ears became louder. They seemed to be booing, constantly afraid of hitting the window.

Today the rose on the ring seems to be a little brighter than usual, and the thin light reflects into the eyes, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

Cecil put the ring in the palm of his hand, as if he was thinking about something, he picked up the ring after a while, and stretched out his hand to break off the branches of the black-gold rose wrapped around it.

The strength in the hands is not very strong, and it took a lot of strength to break off the branch. After finally breaking off the pointed end of the copper branch, I accidentally cut my finger.

Cecil frowned in pain, blood dripped onto the bed sheet along his fingers, and the dark red blood blurred the bed sheet.

It hurts...

Seeing the blood on the bed sheet, the corners of Cecil's lips curled up slightly, and the lightning outside thundered down, reflecting the entire shadow of the person on the bed on the ground.

Cecil gritted his teeth, took the ring in his hand, and ruthlessly pierced into the skin of his wrist. The sound of breaking the skin seemed to explode in his brain, screaming at his brain nerves.

They were cheering and celebrating that the poor bird was about to be freed.

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It seemed to be soaked in blood, the blunt spikes were even more frustrated now, and the barbed ones smashed the flesh.

The incision was deep, and blood flowed from the wrist almost instantly, making the porcelain-white skin even paler because of the blood.

On the contrary, at this time, Cecil didn't have much expression on his face, and he was about to be relieved.

Yeah?Is there really such a thing as heaven?

Cecil raised his head slightly, his panting sound became more pronounced, and the eyes that had not changed for a long time finally released a layer of water mist.

It wasn't until his hands trembled that he couldn't even hold the ring, that Cehir stopped, turned his head sideways, and looked at the closed door.

"Isli..." Cecil sighed, and opened his mouth like a mockery: "I'm going to run away, you can't catch me anymore."

After finally saying these words, Cehir felt as if the air had been sucked out of his lungs suddenly, and the pain instantly hit his whole body.

Cehir couldn't help coughing, and wanted to raise his hand, but the gushing blood made Cehir stop his movements again.

Just touching his fingers slightly, his whole body hurts badly, his body is so cold that he can't feel the temperature from the quilt at all.

A little sleepy... Cecil tilted his head and his breathing slowed down.

He never thought that one day he would be imprisoned on this sinful bed by the way of death he hated most.

Everything around became quiet, and double images began to appear in the sight in front of him, Cehir tried hard to open his eyes.

It wasn't that he suddenly regretted it, he just wanted to see if the rain had stopped, with a trace of clarity, Cehir looked up at the window.

There is still no way to see the outside, and the water is still flowing down one by one.

It seems that the rain has not stopped...  

The ring in the palm of the hand, the rose petals are black and shiny, this key to the cage, Esri, I will give it back to you.

Cecil suppressed the stabbing pain in his throat, exhaled calmly, the corners of his lips twitched twice, and he closed his eyes.

Isri, I don't want to hate you anymore.

We, two clear...

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"boom!!"

The thunder outside suddenly increased, and the rain in the clouds poured down desperately. Isri's hand watering the flowers was stunned for a second, and his heart twitched unconsciously.

There was only enough water left in the watering can for a pot of flowers, and just as Isri raised his hand to sprinkle the last water in, the twelve o'clock noon bell rang in the distance.

Yisli paused, then put the watering can aside, straightened his clothes, and it was time to prepare lunch.

Thinking about it, Isri glanced up at the second floor, and finally leaned into the kitchen.

Today's pasta is new from yesterday. Cecil will definitely like it. Isri moves very quickly, and he can't wait.

It was clearly noon now, and the sky outside was almost like night. Yisri stood at the door and knocked lightly.

The people inside still didn't reply. When they opened the door, they saw Cehir sitting beside the bed. A light flashed in Isri's eyes. Today Cehir didn't sleep.

Isri walked a little faster and walked to Cehir's side, but when he got closer, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

In addition to the smell of pasta, there was also a smell of blood in the room. Isri frowned and looked at the person sitting by the bed.

Immediately, the nerves in Isri's brain seemed to explode, and he stretched out his hand to grab the corner of the quilt, and pulled it away violently.

The strong smell of blood pierced his nostrils in an instant, and Isri froze in place, his whole body trembling unbelievably, his eyes were piercing red, and he roared under his throat.

"Master...Master..."

Isri froze, stammered and opened his mouth, and the person on the bed remained motionless.

The blood soaked the sheets, wrapping the person inside, like a rose fostered by blood, unscrupulously ingesting the owner's blood.

The body was already thin, and the turned-up flesh on the wrist had turned black and blue, and the sound of breathing seemed to disappear in the next second.

Isri was stunned for less than a second, his eyes widened, and he rushed out of the room.

Without stopping all the way, he rushed to his room, opened the drawer, and threw the contents on the ground indifferently.

No!Neither here!

The air was suppressed in the nostrils, and the bloodshot eyes also crawled up. The desperate Isri reached out and swept the things on the table to the ground.

"Ugh!"

Isri clenched his fists tightly, sweat dripped from his forehead, and he punched the table, his breath was so chaotic that he couldn't stand still.

Isri opened his mouth wide and panted heavily, his eyes were filled with mist again and again.

"Calm down!" Isri trembled and gritted his teeth.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Isri frowned tightly, and his clenched arms trembled violently.

In the next second, like an arrow leaving the string, Isri rushed to the wardrobe, threw out the contents indiscriminately, and finally saw what he wanted in the innermost compartment.

Holding the box, Isri pushed open the door and rushed to Cecil's room.

Standing next to Cehir, Isri was so scared that he didn't dare to look up, and couldn't stabilize the bandage in his hand for a while.

Isri lowered his head, his eyes were red, he embraced Cecil, and put him in his arms, his face was already pale and blue.

Almost subconsciously, Isri lifted Cehir's wrist and wrapped the gauze tightly, blood soaked layer after layer.

This was the first time Yisri was so flustered, the gauze was wrapped up after all, and the next second, Yisri rushed out of the door with Cecil in his arms.