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Isri's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at Cehir in disbelief.

Cecil thought that the wind was strong and Isri didn't hear clearly, so he handed the rose in his hand to Isri and opened his mouth again.

"This is what I picked for you."

Isri's eyes widened a bit, and his eyes moved stiffly to the rose in Cecil's hand: "For me?"

Cecil nodded: "Suddenly I think it suits you well, so I will pick it for you."

Isri did not take the words from Cehir's hand for a long time, but carefully read what Cehir said.

This is what I picked for you.

Give yourself a unique rose.

Isri's heart froze for a moment. The wild rose has many petals, one layer after another, wrapped together, and the fragrance is more amazing than other roses.

"Don't you like it?" Seeing that Isri didn't respond, Cecil asked with his mouth open.

"No." Isri looked at Cecil: "I like it very much."

Saying that, Isri took a step back and performed a standard gentleman's salute. The impartial Isri lips just stuck to the rose.

A breeze lifted their hair.

Cecil held the rose in his hand, and Isri leaned over and kissed it gently, and finally took a rose petal away. He did not take the rose in Cecil's hand.

This is the distance they should have for the time being.

He loved Sehir dearly, but he never crossed his territory to violate the god he held high.

His love is absurd and outrageous, gentle and romantic.

Isri straightened up, the smell of wild roses was even more charming.

"Thank you, master, for the roses, but this bouquet of roses can only show its beauty in your hands." Isri said softly, and put the rose petals he had taken away into his chest pocket.

Because this is the place closest to the heart.

Cecil was stunned for a few seconds, the side of his face seemed to be a little hot from the wind, and his gaze shifted from looking at Isri's eyes to the bouquet of roses.

"It's cold outside, let's go home."

The corners of Isri's lips curled up, and he turned to make way for Cecil and said, "Okay, young master."

After Cehir walked away, Isri turned his head to look at the slightly exposed tombstone on the hillside, and then bowed slightly, his lips parted slightly.

"Your child is excellent, and I will take care of him forever."

"Isri!" Cecil yelled, "What are you doing standing there?"

Isri heard Cehir's voice, hurriedly turned around and walked back, explaining: "I mourn Madam."

Following Isri's gaze, Cehir's gaze fell to the hillside again, and after a long while, he opened his mouth: "You know it was..."

Suddenly, Cecil suppressed what he wanted to say, and opened his mouth again: "Go home."

It's good to keep this kind of thing in your heart. Since you can't find it out, don't bring it up, Cehir warned himself, it's better not to bring your bad mood to others.

Isri's voice was still gentle: "Okay, master."

After coming down from the mountain, everything in the city was wrapped in a cloud of white mist, and even the roses on the opposite side seemed to hang down a little.

Cecil didn't bring the rose back to the garden, he took the rose back and put it in a vase, although its flowering period can only last for two or three days.

This kind of wild rose doesn't bother to be compared with those roses in the greenhouse. Even if it withers and withers, it doesn't bother to plant it with them.

The vase was refilled with water, and the rose looked more energetic than before.

"Master, things are ready." Isri said from the second floor to Cecil.

Cecil followed behind Isri, and raised his hand to touch the hanging hair. It had been a long time since the last haircut, and he almost forgot how he looked with short hair.

Will it be ugly?Cecil suddenly became a little scared.

Yisri specially chose a relatively high stool, so that when Cecil sat on it, he could see himself in the mirror.

Isri lifted Cehir's hair and was about to comb it when he suddenly heard Cehir ask a question in doubt.

"Isri, do you think I'm ugly?"

After asking this question, Isri looked at Cecil in the mirror and laughed.

"Not ugly." Isri opened his mouth and said.

Cecil tilted his head to look at his hair, and looked at Isri: "Do you remember me with short hair?"

Isri raised his hand and gently combed Cehir's hair, and replied with a smile: "I remember, it's very beautiful."

Really?Cecil wondered in his heart.

Isri cut very slowly, Cehir just opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror motionlessly.

To be honest, it's not ugly, but compared with the person standing next to him, he can only be replaced by mediocre.

Cecil wanted to look sideways at the length of his hair, but was imprisoned by Isri for a second.

"Young master, don't move, it will be worse."

With no choice but to straighten his body and helplessly sit on the stool.

The hair that grew to the neck was cut behind the ears, and the fair neck finally let out a breath of fresh air, and the pink earlobes were also exposed to the air.

This time it seemed that he was much shorter than before, and this hairstyle made him look a few years younger.

"Don't you think I look more like a child?" Cecil opened his mouth helplessly, looking at Isri.

Isri laughed again subconsciously. Today, the young master always speaks surprisingly, but I have to say, it is indeed a bit similar.

Seeing Isri smiling so happily, the depressed expression on Cecil's face became more obvious.

Seeing that Cehir was depressed, Isri immediately changed the subject: "Christmas is almost here, master."

Hearing the word Christmas, Cecil's eyes lit up a little, and he put the hair matter behind him for a moment, then opened his mouth as if thinking of something.

"Are the Christmas toys ready?"

As the number one supplier of toys, the Kritis Chamber of Commerce cannot be negligent at this time of the year, after all, there is the queen's check.

He had just been promoted to the title this year, so he didn't dare to make mistakes.

Isri brushed back the hair scattered around his neck, and said, "It's ready, you don't have to worry."

Cecil nodded, got up from the stool, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Looking at it, his eyes fell on Isri who was cleaning up the hair residue through the mirror.

Isri seemed to be omnipotent, as if he had this skill from birth.

On the contrary, I look at myself, like a disabled person who depends on others to live.

Because Cecil's vision was too strong, Isri finally found out.

After looking up at Cecil, Isri got up and opened his mouth.

"Do you need decorations at home this Christmas?"