canary in cage

In a flash, passing through the crowd, that person also disappeared without a trace.

When the people in the carriage heard the news, the corners of their lips curled up slightly, and within a few seconds, they were also hiding in the crowd.

On the other side, Isri chose a relatively remote mountain, and the wind was still warm. Isri put Cehir on the wheelchair, and the gauze around his wrist was still thick.

Isri paused for a second, and still covered his lower body with a blanket. His golden hair was more dazzling in the sun, and the hair was lifted by the breeze, making it look a little messy.

A large field of wild flowers bloomed in front, and there were many new roses growing in the shade. Isri pushed the wheelchair under the tree, squatted in front of Cecil, and opened his mouth.

"Master, wait for me for a while."

Then, Isri got up and walked down the slope, deliberately avoiding the wild flowers on the ground, walked around to the side of the roses, and squatted down to pick a few beads.

The dark red petals stretched out in the sunlight, as if they were clamoring for the wild flowers under their feet. Isri walked back quickly, and when he saw Cehir, his heart gradually calmed down.

Isri squatted beside Cehir and put the rose in front of Cehir's hand, and said softly, "Master, I will pick it for you this time."

At this time, the wind just picked up and scattered Isli's words, but the person in the wheelchair still had his eyes closed, as if he was resisting the outside world.

Isri stood up, brushed Cehir's hair behind his ears, lowered his head and lightly kissed Cehir's forehead.

"Sorry……"

It seems that so far, he can only say these three words, no amount of words will be useless after all, making up for something is simply empty talk.

What he had done to Cecil could not be undone by making amends.

"Master, I'll wait for you to wake up." Isri lowered his head, his voice tangled in the wind.

This lunatic-like person admired his greedy master, but from the beginning to the end, the only one who was revenged was this lunatic.

The noon passed quickly, and the wind on the top of the mountain became stronger. Isri would bend down and lift Cehir up.

Following the strength of the hug, Cecil's head rested on Isri's neck.

Apart from the sound of the surrounding wind, the only thing left is the thin and even breathing in his arms.

Isri wanted to take Cehir back, but in the end he turned a corner at a fork in the road.

Now it is correct for Cecil to put Hall there.

With this luck, Isri came more frequently, except for taking Cecil out a few times occasionally, the rest was just sitting by the bed and waiting all day.

"Master, why are you still awake..." Isri uttered a voice, stabbing at Hall like a sharp sword in the quiet room.

Hall glanced at the person on the bed, his brows furrowed deeper, and he couldn't bear to open his mouth after half a minute: "I don't know either."

Disappointed in Isri's eyes, he turned his head and slowly lifted the arms of the person on the bed to move around.

The wound has begun to heal, and the ugly scar is permanently left on the wrist.

"It must have hurt at the time." Isri said to himself.

Hall also shook his head, turned around and threw himself into the pile of medicine again, which made him resist the desire to kill Isri.

The person on the bed was very quiet, and Isri lowered her eyes and landed on the wound.

"I am willing to obey any punishment, and I have nothing to say if you let me leave you. All I want now is..."

Isri rested his head lightly on Cecil's fingertips, he never thought that he would cry out trembling in such embarrassment.

"Please wake up..."

Crying made her throat sore, as if swallowing a few pieces of glass, Isri closed her eyes and her lips trembled.

It was late at night again before Yisli dragged himself out of the house and sat in the empty carriage.

He has been busy running back and forth for the past few days, and the little bird kept in the garden didn't come to feed him. By the time Isri remembered, the bird was already lying on the nest and dying.

Isri's nerves tensed up, and he quickly handed over water and food. After smelling the aroma, the bird slowly began to inhale.

Since Cecil's accident, the house has not been cleaned, and a thin layer of dust has fallen on the originally clean countertop.

Isri glanced at it, but didn't move, and walked back to the room.

There were not many clouds and mist in the sky tonight, and all the moonlight shone into the room. Isri was lying on the bed, and his eyes just happened to meet the moon outside the window.

As bright as day and moonlight, as if being watched by Prometheus, he quietly and gently kissed his people.

Easri felt like he was a joke, a created joke.

The next day, Yisili still got up very early, but just as he came down from the stairs, Yisili's scalp tightened suddenly when there was a carriage outside.

Isri did not open the door in advance, but waited for the other party first. After waiting for a few seconds, Isri opened the door with a gap and looked at the soldiers outside.

Seeing Yisili open the door, the soldiers were not to be outdone, and rushed in sideways, and the people behind also ran in to surround Yisili.

The people in the carriage also showed their faces and walked over slowly. The end of Isri's eyes twitched slightly, and he bowed in salute.

"According to our investigation, you were born in a psychiatric hospital in the eastern suburbs. Now we suspect that you will pose a threat to Duke Christys. Please come with us now."

Surprise flashed in Isri's eyes, and he looked up at the soldier in front of him.

Seeing that the people in front of him didn't believe it, the soldier took out two pieces of paper from his waist and handed them to Isri, one of which was slightly yellowed.

The soldier remained expressionless, and then opened his mouth: "There was only one woman who gave birth to a child in winter in the Eastern Suburb Mental Hospital. Unfortunately, this child had black hair and was discarded in the same year."

Isri's hand holding the paper trembled a little, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"This should not be different from Your Excellency's experience." The soldier opened his mouth and looked at the white sheet and said, "This is the blood of the woman from that year. After comparing it with Your Excellency, it has a certain degree of similarity."

Isri frowned, lowered his hands, and looked at the soldiers in front of him: "What evidence do you have that I will pose a threat to the young master?"

Just as the soldier was about to open his mouth to explain, he saw the queen walking around from behind and walking in front of Isri, with a hint of complacency hidden in his eyes.

"A child born to a mentally ill woman, I have the right to suspect that you are also mentally ill." The Queen opened her mouth helplessly.

"I must ensure the safety of my people, especially my only duke."

Isri clasped his hands, and said in a respectful tone: "You have no evidence."

There was more sarcasm on the Queen's face, and she opened her mouth: "Where is Duke Kritis now?"

Immediately, Isri froze on the spot, the Queen looked at it with a chuckle, took a step forward, walked up to Isri, stood on tiptoe and pressed it against her ear in a low voice, the corners of her lips raised an arc.

"What I say is evidence."