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Isri opened his eyes slightly, and did not speak, but just lowered his head slightly and bowed.

"Yes"

Cecil didn't show any sympathy, turned around, closed the door and walked in.

This scene seemed to overlap with a scene a long time ago. In a room on the second floor, there was still the familiar warm yellow light.

The wind was stronger, and the wind blew on his body like a razor blade. Isri turned sideways, raised his head, and looked at the second floor.

In this way, maybe it will be better, as long as it can make up for the past, even a little bit.

He didn't want Cehir to pretend nothing happened, and he didn't want Cehir to become what he is now. He just wanted to return to the original Cehir.

Cecil stood in front of the window, blocking himself with the curtains, but Isri stood upright, motionless, the wind was indeed stronger than before, and the trees outside were blowing loudly.

Tired of standing, Cecil propped his head and leaned against the window sill, his gaze still falling on Isri.

The light outside was not very good, but the hand with the white glove was exceptionally clear in the darkness.

At that time, I would shrink my hands into fists because of the cold from time to time, but in the next second, I would return to the original state, standing straight in place.

"I've never seen you so single-minded before." Cecil sighed, looking at the people outside the window and muttering to himself.

Cehir didn't let Isri come back soon, on the contrary, he left a lot of time for fantasies.

He didn't really care who Isri was or where he came from. That face was indeed too beautiful, more like it was unreal.

Cecil's eyes dimmed, and he laughed a little as he saw himself reflected in the glass.

Obviously on the way, there were many times when he could choose a path that had nothing to do with Isri, but he chose to go back.

Clearly Hall is also a person who can take care of himself, and clearly only needs a word from himself to send Isri to the slave market, but he refuses before and turns back to a lunatic.

madman?Cecil's eyes fell back on Isri, his lips were already white with cold, and his body was still trembling uncontrollably, but he still stood there motionless, not even begging for mercy.

What a lunatic.

After going around in a circle, I didn't choose this path in the end, and I'm afraid it wasn't me who was really crazy.

Cecil lowered his head and laughed a few times, straightened up, and left the window. Although it was cold outside, it would not be too cold to die.

I don't know when the lights in the room on the second floor were turned off. When Isri raised his head to look at it, it seemed that the lights in that house had been turned off for a long time.

The woods behind him seemed to be torn by the wind, wishing to tear the air in half.

What is he praying for?

Waiting for Cecil to come out to pick him up?

Or wait for Cecil to sympathize?

No, who would sympathize with the person he once hated, Isri let out a long breath and relaxed his tense body.

This may be a silent revenge.

After messing up everything but still waiting for others to forgive, the broken plate will still have cracks after repairing it, Isri lowered his head, his vision was a little blurred, but he didn't seem to have the strength to make him look like this.

Isri loosened his clenched teeth, and his hands unconsciously hung on his sides. The time outside passed slowly, and a second was as difficult as a century.

It seemed that a few hours later, the moon above the head was almost covered by clouds, and the little light that was originally left disappeared without a trace.

It's midnight...

Isri closed his eyes half-closed, and there was a layer of blush at the corners of his eyes, and the cold air just set off the person with a kind of ethereal beauty.

The sound of chains sounded in his ears, and a beam of warm light shone from before his eyes. Like an unreal hallucination, Isri moved his head and looked at his eyes.

"Give me your hand."

A person came out of the door, tall and slender, with golden hair that shone a little under the refraction of the light. As the miracle came, Isri moved his stiff body and slowly raised his hand.

Even through the glove, he could feel the temperature from that hand, and Isri unconsciously held Cecil's hand tighter.

Cecil was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Isri. At this time, Isri suddenly realized something, and quickly pulled his hand back and put it aside.

Cecil didn't expose it immediately, but looked up at Isri's face, and opened his mouth: "Crying?"

In an instant, the ears, which were already red from the cold, now seemed to be roasted on the stove.

Isri lowered his head: "No."

"Come in." Cecil didn't pursue the question, but turned to look at Isri.

"Yes"

The fireplace in the living room, Cecil, was rekindled, and the room was warm.

Cecil had already changed into pajamas, with her slender legs exposed, and she was lazily sitting on the sofa by the fireplace, even though the sleeves and neckline were ruffles, she didn't look childish.

Cehir didn't speak immediately, and Isri had no choice but to stand in front of Cehir, not daring to move, his ears filled with the scorching sound of firewood.

In the living room, there was only the sound of the second hand of the clock passing by. Isri moved his fingertips, but his body was much warmer than before.

About 15 minutes later, Cecil opened his closed eyes, turned his head sideways and opened his mouth lazily: "Is it still cold?"

Hearing Cecil's voice, the thought that was brought up fell down: "It's not cold."

Cecil raised his eyebrows and met Isri's eyes: "Take off the gloves."

Isri's let go heart surged into his throat again, like bursting beer: "Master, I..."

Isri wanted to refuse, but he didn't know what to say, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Unwilling?" Cecil asked with the corners of his mouth raised.

As if hearing the voice of salvation, Isri looked at Cecil and slowly opened his mouth: "Yes."

Cecil laughed in a low voice, and his originally lazy voice became cold. To Isri, these words were even more piercing than the cold wind just now.

"I don't like this class system, but there are still the minimum rules and regulations." Cehir opened his mouth and said, "You think so?"

Isri just felt as if he had swallowed a steel bar, and he couldn't move at the same place, he could only look at Cecil's opening and closing mouth and eyes without any emotion.

It's cold and I'm scared.

Seeing that Isri didn't speak, Cehir opened his mouth again: "Is it true that I really let you go a little easier, allowing you to overtake me so unscrupulously?"

"No!" This time Isri answered very simply, looking at Cehir firmly.

"No?"

Cecil's voice returned to the previous laziness again, as if nothing had happened just now, to deal with Isri like this, every move is accurate.

"If not, then take off the gloves."