canary in cage

Once again, Cehir's answer stunned Isri, and those eyes looked at him calmly, as if he had never blamed himself.

"I...will." Isri opened his mouth in a low voice, then released his tightly clenched hands, and raised his head to meet Cecil's eyes again.

"I will, sir."

Isri's eyes became firmer, as if he had never looked at Cecil's original appearance so carefully before.

Cecil's appearance was impeccable, his smooth and fair face was as if it had been carefully polished by warm water, and there was a bit of indescribable sexiness at the end of his slightly raised eyes.

The slender and slender body was wrapped in a white shirt, and the arc outlined by the neck perfectly stopped in the eyes. It was simple and a bit gorgeous, like a prince deep in the castle.

"See what I'm doing?" Cecil was stared at in a daze.

Isri was taken aback for a moment, then quickly looked away, and said truthfully, "Master... very beautiful."

Cecil laughed lightly, raised the end of his eyes slightly, and got up from the stool.

"Now you know how to be ashamed?" Sehir paused for a moment: "Heal your injury, call me if you have something to do."

Looking at the back of Cehir walking out, Isri's eyes flashed a trace of loneliness, but it was more like the melancholy of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

His young master, Cecil, whom he hasn't seen for a long time, has changed a lot.

After all, his foundation is good, Yisi's body recovered quickly, and after just three days, Yisili was able to do some simple housework.

The days seemed to be back in the past, and everything seemed to be just beginning, but Cecil still had very few words, as well as the smile on his face.

"Isri!"

Suddenly there was a loud sound from behind, and Isri was startled and turned around quickly.

"What's the matter, master?"

Cecil looked at Isri with some doubts, glanced behind his eyes and opened his mouth: "Why are you still in a daze?"

Following his line of sight, Isri turned his head, and the ground was covered with water that he had sprinkled.

Isri was startled, and hurriedly put the kettle in his hand aside, took a dry cloth and knelt down to wipe it.

"What are you thinking?" Cecil didn't leave, but instead stood aside and looked at Isri.

Isri was about to open his mouth to say something, but Cecil opened his mouth immediately

"I want to hear the truth."

Isri's movements froze, and he looked up at Cecil, with no extra expression on his face.

Isri's eyes darkened and he opened his mouth: "I'm thinking about the weather tomorrow, will the young master believe me?"

"I believe it." Cecil opened his mouth without hesitation: "However, if I say that I don't believe it, how are you going to answer me?"

Seeing that there was a flash of light in Isli's eyes, but it went dark again in an instant.

"I... don't know." Isri lowered his head, and opened his mouth slowly after a while: "At least, the young master believed my words, didn't he?"

Isri looked a little pitiful, which made Cecil feel an inexplicable disgust in his heart.

"What are you doing now? Begging for my forgiveness? Or making up for what happened before?"

Cecil's voice suddenly became cold, as if he was examining the person in front of him.

There are various indications that the current Isri is too careful, and even stammers when he speaks.

Cehir, who already disliked this kind of class system, is now fully manifested in Isri.

"I..." Isri frowned slightly, and the words Cecil guessed were stuck in his throat, unable to open his mouth.

Cecil frowned twice, and walked up to Isri: "Look up, look at me."

Following Cehir's voice, Isri raised his stiff head.

"Do you know what I dislike you the most?" Cehir looked into Isri's eyes and opened his mouth: "Being obedient, daring to do something but not admitting it, blindly escaping from reality."

Isri's eyes flashed with forbearance, and the air was blocked by the barrier, as if trying to strangle the poor people inside.

He wanted to lower his head, but Cecil's order came from above his head.

"Don't even think about lowering your head and looking at me."

Those blue eyes, without any emotion, looked at the prisoner in front of him like a judge.

Cehir blocked the light coming in from the window in front of his eyes, and his lips parted slightly for a moment.

"You should understand that we can't go back to the past, and you should also know who destroyed the past."

Isri's heart was beating very slowly, but like a heavy hammer, it crushed that fragile nerve again and again.

"Do your job well, time will wash away all the bad things."

Cecil said these words as if relieved, and this was the first time the two had such a serious conversation since they met.

Every word that came out of Cecil's mouth was telling Isri that he no longer wanted to recall it.

When Cecil walked to the stairs and looked back at Isri, he was still there motionless, his knees seemed to be glued to the ground.

"Get up, I don't need you to kneel like this." Cecil opened his mouth lightly and stepped on the first step.

The water stains on the ground had been wiped dry, and Isri slowly got up, his legs seemed to be unable to supply blood, and he was a little unsteady when he stood up.

Isri turned sideways, looked up at the empty corridor on the second floor, his eyes twitched slightly.

Before the things on the table were cleared away, footsteps sounded again on the second floor, and Isri looked up at the top following the sound.

Cecil, who had just returned to the room, ran out in a hurry before he got on the bed.

"Still changing the medicine?" Cehir stood on the second floor, and could vaguely see the gauze on Isri's chest through the neckline.

Isri was also taken aback for a moment, and forgot about it for a while, and just about to open his mouth to answer, there was a loud knock on the door behind him.

Cehir and Isri frowned slightly at the same time, and their breathing became softer.

Isri put the cloth aside and came to the door.

"Who?"

The people outside gritted their teeth angrily, opened their mouths and roared, "It's me!"

Hearing the sound, Yisli opened the gap between his eyebrows, stretched out his hand and opened a gap in the door, and when he was about to pull it open, someone outside suddenly pushed it away.

It was Hall, and Cecil stood on the second floor and looked down.

As soon as Hall came in, he expressed his apology the moment he saw Cecil, then turned his head and stared at Isri viciously.

Isri's back was a little hairy, and he subconsciously took two steps back. Then, Hall rushed to Isri's side and stretched out his hand to slap Isri on the shoulder.

"Let you change the medicine! Where are you?" Hall's brows were full of anger.

Isriju felt that his entire shoulder was numb, and he opened his mouth slowly after the pain passed.

"I'm still busy."

Hall raised his head to meet Cecil's gaze, and the words "You are free" were written in those eyes.