canary in cage

Tears were hanging from the corners of her eyes, and there was a trace of grievance at the end of her reddened eyes, and those blue eyes seemed a little lifeless.

Purity turned his eyes full of water, just staring at himself defenselessly, Isri narrowed his eyes slightly, and lowered his head to look at Cecil.

He put his voice as smoothly as possible: "I won't leave, young master, let me go first."

Isri's words were very effective. Cecil only thought for a second or two, then let go of the hands hanging on Isri, and stood quietly on the bed, staring blankly at Isri.

Seeing the frightened and stupid Cehir, Isri had no choice but to go out of the room, so he had no choice but to roll up his cuffs, walked to Cehir's side, picked him up and put him back on the bed .

Cecil was laid back into his nest by Isri like a little wooden figure.

Isri turned around and took the stool at the side, and sat beside Cehir like this, with Cehir tightly holding a finger.

Sure enough, it was still very cold, and Isri showed pity in his eyes, and bent down to brush the hair from Cecil's forehead.

"Master, good night."

Cecil still looked at Isri with his eyes open, and after a while he opened his mouth and asked quietly, "Where have you been?"

Isri was taken aback for a moment, then opened his mouth and said, "Going out to do some errands."

"This is the first time you've lied to me." Cehir still spoke calmly, without taking his eyes off Isri's face.

Isri couldn't speak, so he could only let Cehir continue to say: "The perfume on your body is too strong."

"Sorry, master." Isri frowned, looking at the crumpled shirt on his body, feeling disgusted in his heart.

"You go there to do it..." Cecil seemed to think of something, paused and said, "Forget it, remember to explain it to me next time."

Isri's fingertips trembled slightly, and his tone seemed anxious: "No, you misunderstood."

"What else can you do there? Could it be study?" Sehir hit the nail on the head.

Although he doesn't know much about this aspect, he can still distinguish the simplest ones.

Isri grabbed Cecil's hand with his backhand, and frowned indistinctly: "Master, I..."

But he was stunned suddenly, he didn't know how to explain it to Cehir, he was going to study, but Cehir himself was imagining in his mind, and he couldn't say it at all.

Cecil exhaled, as if his heart was being pressed by something, he was suddenly a little out of breath, and after glancing at Isri, he opened his mouth and spoke slowly.

"Although I really want you to leave the room now, forget it, and stay here tonight."

Isri could clearly hear the indifferent and depressed mood in Cehir's tone, but he didn't dare to think about it, so he could only reply lightly according to Cehir's words.

"Okay, master, I will stay here with you until dawn."

Cecil just glanced at Isri quietly, seemed to hesitate for a long time, and then slowly closed his eyes.

After all, identities are very different. Isri has his own life, and he has no control over him. He will have his own favorite people, and even his own family in the end.

So, Isri, why did you lock me by your side?

In your eyes, what am I?

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Sure enough, as Esri said, he did sit by Cecil's bed all night, and he didn't even clean up the broken flowerpot at the door, just like that, he stayed quietly all night.

The heavy rain stopped in the middle of the night, and the wind outside the window was also much quieter. This was a lucky thing for Isri, because he was held tightly by Cecil's fingers all night.

Only in this kind of weather will Cehir's dependence on himself reach its peak. Isri seems to be a little greedy for this kind of weather, but it's only for a few seconds.

After all, Cecil's fearful eyes on those things, he never wanted to see again.

When Cecil woke up, he was about to move his body, but suddenly found that the shackles on his feet were gone, and even the silver chain disappeared without a trace.

Cehir, who hadn't reacted from the shock, saw Isri get up, bowed and said, "Master, wait a moment, I'll go prepare breakfast."

Cecil hummed lightly, but didn't say much.

Even when they were having breakfast, they didn't say a word, and it was Isri who spoke first in the end.

"Master, this year's chamber of commerce is very profitable, do you want to see it?"

Cecil just picked up the handkerchief next to him and wiped his hands, still humming.

Seeing Cecil who had finished his meal, Isri had no choice but to pack up his things, turn around and go out through the door.

This is, angry with yourself?

Yisili thought for a long time while packing the dishes, but Yisili was not in a very depressed mood. Doesn't this just mean that the young master has himself in his heart?

Today, the communication between the two of them can be said to be very little. From getting dressed to going out, and then on the way to the chamber of commerce, the two of them looked like strangers who had just met.

Although it seemed to outsiders that this was just a difference between master and servant, only the two of them knew that the unseen quarrel between them was unilaterally caused by Cehir.

The commercial production chain of the Kritis family is just the simplest toys, but with this one thing alone, almost every corner of the West Asian continent has toys produced by the Kritis family in their hands.

Kritis almost monopolized the market.

Since it is Yisi who often manages the chamber of commerce, the administrator also regards Yisi as a member of the Kritis family, and when he sees Yisi coming in, he steps forward and laughs.

"Why are you interested in coming here today?"

There was a smile on the corner of Isri's lips. Just when he was about to explain the purpose of coming here, his eyes suddenly fell on a person who was reading a newspaper in the distance, and then he deliberately amplified his voice by one decibel, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Come over today to see the results."

The administrator bent over and quickly echoed: "You don't need to come here specially, we do everything according to the standard."

Seeing that the administrator and Isri were chatting vigorously, Cehir did not open his mouth to speak. Indeed, after they first entered, a pair of eyes fell on him.

But following the exchange between Isri and the administrator, all the eyes that were originally on him were shifted to Isri.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, after the administrator left, the person who pretended to be reading the newspaper came over, glanced at Cecil, and then met Isri.

"Your Excellency, hello, I am the commander-in-chief of the chamber of commerce next door. I would like to invite you to take part in a game about merchants tonight."