[HP] If youth has an ageless face

Less than two weeks after Christmas, Christian suddenly came down with a cold.At first they didn't take this minor illness seriously, but he didn't get better for a long time, and even started to cough and have a fever, which eventually developed into pneumonia.

When they finally called in the therapist, his expression was grim.After carefully examining Christian's body, the therapist called Edwin aside: "His heart and lungs are starting to fail."

"How is this possible!" Edwin was taken aback, "The last inspection report only said that we should pay attention."

"I understand, ma'am." The therapist sighed, "but now it's blowing up."

Christian's health has not been good since a few years ago.His youthful debauchery, especially his indulgence in alcohol and tobacco, had caused irreversible damage to his body. After receiving the medical examination report in autumn, Christian swore to start a healthy life after he removed the plaster cast on his leg, but...

"Is there hope?" she asked desperately.

"I can only continue to drag it on, how long can it drag... At present, the situation is not good."

"It's bad, isn't it?" After sending the therapist away, Edwin pulled back to the bedroom, facing Christian's sudden question, she smiled hastily, and was about to refute, but he nodded clearly, "No Keep it from me, Edwina. Death is what we all end up with, and to me, it's just a little early."

After a moment of silence, she shook her head: "You still have time."

"Okay." Christian obediently responded without retorting, and said after a while, "Let me arrange some things while I still have time."

The therapist's words came true, and Christian's situation went from bad to worse.Not long after, it reached the point where he needed to rest in bed, and he cooperated with the treatment, but at this point, the effect of the treatment was already very limited.

Edwinra didn't know what else to do other than spend more time with him.She went to the garden every day to pick fresh flowers to decorate his sick house, hoping that it would make him happy.Her efforts were not in vain, and even the therapists marveled that Christian was in a better frame of mind than many seriously ill patients—but it didn't help.Feeling better does not mean getting better.He was still losing weight day after day, allowing the illness to absorb his meager vitality.

"I dreamed of Isabella last night." He stared blankly at the window sill for a long time after waking up that day, and then said to her, "She said she didn't blame me."

"She won't blame you, she is such a nice person." Edwin wiped his face with a towel, "Do you want to see her? When you get better and the weather gets warmer, we will We can go together."

"I'll see her soon." Christian smiled slightly, shaking his head to signal that she didn't need to persuade her, "I can feel it."

She was speechless.

It is often said that the dying can hear the approaching footsteps of death.In the past, Edwinla always felt that this was a lie, but now it seems that it may be true.

Although Christian didn't mention it, but very occasionally, Edwina would be confused for a moment: What should she do in the future?He had provided her with a safe haven for more than ten years, but this storm would soon destroy her haven—is she going back to England?Or stay in Denmark?Or go somewhere new?

Now she is rich enough, but until then she realized that money may not bring a sense of security.

"Ma'am, I found this when I was cleaning the attic." One afternoon after a few days, the maid hurried over and knocked on the door, "Do you think it should be put away or put somewhere?"

Christian had just fallen asleep.Edwina signaled her to keep quiet, and walked over to take the things wrapped in kraft paper and a rubber band in her hands.It feels hard and square through the paper.She opened it casually, wondering if it might be some forgotten gift, but the moment the contents inside were seen again, she completely stayed where she was.

Why is this thing here?Was it brought by her inadvertently in her luggage?How long was it lying in the attic again?

"Ma'am?" the maid called anxiously.

But she promised!She promised Christian would keep the past in England.After so many years, why would it suddenly appear and disturb her already peaceful life?The past is the past after all, so what's the use of repeating it?It's not doing her any favors, and it's not being fair to Christian or Darren!

"Put it back as it is." Edwina said calmly, and suddenly withdrew her hand when the maid reached out to take it.She looked down at the commemorative book with A&D engraved on the cover, tears slowly blurred her vision—the complex emotions that had been troubled her all this time welled up in her heart, she raised her hand to wipe the teardrops that fell on the cover, regardless of the maid's horrified words Watching, I turned the first page.

You see, what a beautiful time it was.

"I'll put it away myself." She closed it hastily after reading the first page, facing the overwhelmed maid, she asked in a low voice, "Don't mention it to others."

The maid nodded repeatedly.Edwin pulled out of Christian's room, and after turning a corner, her calm expression finally broke down and she burst into tears.

Denmark is certainly a beautiful place, but it is not what she wants after all.It was indeed a harbor, but only a corner of rest in her long journey.

"She cried, didn't she?"

The maid was startled, and at some point Christian had woken up and was looking at her calmly.Maybe he wasn't asleep just now... Thinking of Edwina's order, she didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"I know." Without waiting for her answer, Christian didn't seem to mind.He sighed: "He is always in her heart. She doesn't say, don't mention, don't talk, don't want to, but I know, he's always there."

In her smile when she read Blaise's letter; in the occasional frown of sadness when she studied gardening;Even familiar with several versions.But when he laughed off those rumors as gossip, he didn't foresee that she would be his partner someday.Although not a wife, but also close enough.

"Sir," the maid boldly advised, "don't think so much."

Christian turned a deaf ear to her words and continued talking to himself: "You know what, he is so lucky. Because he died in a hurry at the best time, so no matter how good people are after him, it is impossible to surpass him, let alone Erase the imprint he left." He closed his eyes again, and his voice gradually lowered, "If possible, I really want to meet him and see what kind of person he is... In fact, he should be just an ordinary person Bar……"

When Edwin pulled away and returned, both of them had suppressed the emotions they had just shown.

"Look what I brought you." She approached with a pot full of fragrant flowers.Christian stared at it for a moment, then smiled slightly, and reached out to stroke its tender petals:

"hyacinth."

"I'll put it on the windowsill for you, okay?" She looked down at him. "Isabella will wish you well."

"I know, and I know I can't, Edwina." Christian looked at her apologetically, "Help me get a lawyer over here, okay? There are some old friends of mine...I want to meet them, Say goodbye."