[Twilight] Believer

"I've been very careful."

But the tone was clearly teasing him, Caius stared at her intently, her eyes were no longer bright, but they still glowed for some reason, as if as long as he was willing, as long as he was willing, starlight could be picked at his fingertips.His sigh fell on Max’s ear, and she asked with a smile: “Doctor, are you pitying my eyes?”

He listened attentively, listening to the sound of the sea wind that she couldn't hear, could he say it was a pity?Can he say hate?It's a pity that he can no longer meet her eyes, let her see the hot soul in his pupils, instead of an ageless stubborn stone.What he hates is that he can only talk to her in such an insignificant capacity. If it weren't for the evil disaster, even if the distance is thousands of miles away, as long as she is safe and happy... What is separation?

Although now he can hold her in his arms, can hear her breathing clearly, and can stand beside her instead of being an enemy, he still feels regretful that she will never see her again. The world she likes.He has no self at all. After this battle called "love", he had a hard time, and he couldn't help himself.

"Ha, it's really a pity, do you need me to comfort you?" This hateful guy obviously didn't have a regretful tone, but he wanted to say such words to anger him.

Caius let down the suffocation in his chest, and reached out to hold her wrist, "After you learn this well, I'll take you outside for a walk, how about it?"

Max lost interest: "Oh, so."

Didn't you want to go outside before?He didn't ask, but looked solemnly at her hand held by him. The blood vessels under the white skin were clearly visible. Compared with before, she gained a lot of weight. It can be seen that she was not raised like this in this hospital by him. Worrying and sleepless as he had been in the Volturi.

Can this be considered consolation?

The window in the room was opened, the southern wind was soft and soft, the white gauze curtain was rolled up and made a "pop" sound in mid-air, she listened to the sound sideways, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, the corners of her eyes and brows were peaceful smell.

Max's short hair was blown back by the wind and hit Caius on the chin. If his palms were still sweating, he thought it must be because of this scene.

She's always been smart, Caius thought, and he's always known.

Caius took Max out as promised, stepping out of the hospital for the first time.

On the second day after arriving in Chassignolles, Caius sent his people to negotiate with the owner of the town, and he bought the town not long after.There are not many residents in the town. There are dormant green volcanoes, endless winding rivers, and Romanesque churches built in the 12th century. All aspects are his favorite.

It's just that now how should he explain that he is in country H, but the weather is sunny in France?While Caius was meditating, Max got out of the car with a guide stick: "Doctor Lyon, so you like driving classic cars?"

Oops, Caius yelled in his heart. He looked at Max nervously, fearing that she would find some clues. He drove his favorite car with his favorite person, but forgot his current identity, a doctor named Leon, How could a young director of ophthalmology drive a car older than himself?

Unexpectedly, Max just laughed: "It seems that your father must be a rich man."

Caius thought of the old and aged face thousands of years ago, silently "hmm", and heard her continue to say: "Don't let him find you driving his car."

"So... I've never heard you mention your family, them?" Caius asked tentatively, taking a few steps closer.

Max's eyes "looked" towards his sound source, and the color of her eyes turned into a sticky brown like honey under the refraction of the sun. She "looked" at him for a long time before she said: "They died from war."

The originally good outing atmosphere became serious because of this question. Caius, who was wearing a baseball uniform, stood beside Max. He wore a peaked cap and gloves, covering all his skin under the clothes. Fortunately, he chose In such a quiet town, few people would show up and notice the difference in him.

"You're unhappy." Max said, "but don't do it because of me." She took a few steps towards Caius, completely unaware that she had made the latter very nervous, she stood firmly , "I have been a person since I was a child, not because of..." Caius put his finger on her lips, "I know."

Max felt like she was kissing on a piece of ice, and she took his finger off her lips: "What do you know, Doctor Lyon, are you going to study for a doctorate in psychology?"

After Caius finished his words, he turned his face away with a smile in his eyes, "Believe it or not."

When the wind picked up, Caius drove Max back to the hospital. The performance of the classic car was not inferior to any car on the market. Max sighed regretfully: "I really want to take you for a ride in this car, you know , my driving skills are very good."

"There will be a chance." But at that time, you must not want me to sit in the passenger seat.

After learning to use the guide stick, Caius really wanted Max to learn Braille as well, but she kept finding excuses to avoid meeting alone with herself, and she was unwilling to learn anything.

In his mind, he hoped that she could adapt to the life of losing her eyesight, even if she could live without him.He didn't know when the end of time that was stolen like this would come. He just wanted to race against time, but she didn't know it at all.

Until one day he couldn't hold back his temper anymore, and directly grabbed Max and put him on a wheelchair and pushed him to the classroom. Now Max, who has always been quite good-tempered, became very angry, and couldn't help but shouted "Stop" several times in a row. When calming down the people behind him, Max rolled off the wheelchair and stood up against the wall. She keenly noticed that the feeling of the doctor swooping towards her seemed familiar. She avoided his touch and raised her head with a sharp expression: " who are you?!"

Caius stopped in front of her, with his hands resting on the wall behind her, his rising anger died down in her questioning, he suppressed all his voices, just stared blankly at her face, which was still sharp before The chin was slightly rounded now, her mouth was pursed because of anger, and it was as bright red as rose petals in the morning. He used to hate vulgar romance, but now he wants to give her all the roses in all the gardens in the town.

Both joy and anger should be kept calm, his joy and sorrow follow her, she can easily touch his life gate.

He just felt that all the strength in his body was withdrawn at this moment, and he couldn't say anything, so he could only watch her grope for the wall and leave.