I didn't know you were such a vampire

It also seemed that after that day, Florence was completely immersed in the thick of autumn, and Joya never saw Caius in Florence again. Lisa and the young manservant of the Medici family developed a good relationship. I learned from the other party that this Mr. Volturi, who has touched the hearts of countless Florentine girls, has returned to his hometown of Votera, and he does not know when he will come again.

"It should be another ten years or so." Lisa said, "The last visitor to the Volturi's house was Mr. Caius' elder brother, who also came to Florence ten years ago, and it was also..."

. . . made the maidens of Florence excited.

Qiao Ya silently added this sentence in her heart.

This topic of discussion happened after lunch at Totti's mansion. Lisa's handicrafts filled everyone's stomachs. After Joya brought the lunch upstairs for Grandma Elisa and Martina, she returned to her room to recover from the mess. She took out the "History of the Peloponnesian War" from her desk, and when she returned to the dining room, the three of them, from Marco to Lisa, had already sat at the dining table in an orderly manner. Several pairs of eyes stared at her closely with the light like stars.

The death of Lorenzo Medici had a great impact on Florence's financial industry, so that Ricardo, who was already very busy, was basically so busy that he drove back in the early hours of the night. The driver came back directly to send a message, saying that he had rested in the bank's office, so the dinner table story meeting at Totti's house was also suspended indefinitely.

Joya knew that she would leave Florence soon, so she went downstairs to eat with her book one day, and proposed to read for an hour after dinner instead of the dinner table story meeting.

Arturo and Sirio naturally scratched their foreheads, wondering: "But we know very few characters, and Madame Martina taught us how to write our own names..."

"It's okay, I'll read it, you can just listen." Qiao Ya replied.

So within an hour of drinking and eating, Qiao Ya will study, and Lisa, who needs to go out to buy daily necessities in the house, will bring back some news.

For example, the news on this day is that the hearts of the girls waiting to be married in Florence are broken.

"Once this Mr. Volturi leaves, we don't know when the next Mr. Volturi will come." Arturo said with a smile after hearing Lisa's report.

Syrio also said with a smile: "There are so many beautiful girls in Florence, but Mr. Volturi is not left behind."

Qiao Ya was flipping through the book with her head lowered, but she didn't raise her head when she heard the words. She turned the book to the page that she finished speaking the day before, rubbed her fingers on the page number on the paper, and asked in a low voice, "Wotra City... ...what kind of place is it?"

Under the guidance of Adriana, she knew everything about the nobles in power in the five giant city-states of the Apennine Peninsula, and she also knew the Spanish and French royal families very well, but she knew very little about the city of "Votra".

All she knew was that there was a mysterious Volturi family in this city.

Lisa also seemed to think for a while before she said: "This is a small and closed town. It seems to have been the territory of the Volturi family hundreds of years ago. Over the years, I haven't heard of any other families He intermarried with this family, so outsiders don't know much about it. They only know that it is a very old and wealthy family, and under the rule of this family, Votra is more like a self-sufficient town that relies on the town itself. The place."

"That's right." Qiao Ya nodded.

Lisa lay down listlessly on the dining table again, and said, "How can Mr. Volturi leave without saying goodbye..."

Qiao Ya smiled and said, "Could it be possible to let him stand on the porch of the Lord's Square and shout goodbye to Florence?"

As she said this, the last time she saw Caius appeared in her mind.

In fact, for her, it's not like leaving without saying goodbye.

He stood behind the window on the second floor, looking down at her. The light was dim, and it was not easy to see the outline of his facial features. However, it was probably because his eyes were so unique that Qiao Ya looked at her. Based on the outline, his red eyes have been traced in the haze of the early morning.

He said he gave her two years.

Two years from now... two years from now what will happen?

The smile on Qiao Ya's face also gradually faded. She reached out and rubbed her face. Just as she was about to continue reading, she heard a sharp sound of broken pottery from upstairs. She froze for a moment, and immediately realized that this The voice came from Martina's room on the third floor. Before anyone could react, she got up from her seat by the dining table and ran upstairs quickly.

Martina has moved to a secluded place on the third floor to recuperate since she fell ill. Except for her grandma Eliza and Ricardo who take care of her, she never sees anyone else. Joya only sometimes climbs to her window to follow her at night. She talked, but no one knew what her condition was except for herself, Eliza and Ricardo.

But Qiao Ya knew that she was seriously ill.

The door was still tightly closed, but Qiao Ya couldn't care less about it anymore. She climbed up to the third floor in one breath, and her breath was already a little disordered. When she ran to the door, she reached out and knocked before she could adjust her breathing. door, and called: "Grandma Eliza! Grandma Eliza! It's Ma... Madam Martine, what's the matter?"

The door was silent for a long time, until Arturo carried Marco and Lisa and others ran up, the door was opened from the inside, and the hunched figure of Grandma Elisa appeared behind the door, she saw Looking at the few people standing outside the door, he whispered, "Madam is fine..."

At this time, there was another violent coughing sound in the room. Qiao Ya saw Grandma Elisa closed her eyes, trembling her lips, and said, "In this case...then, Miss Qiao Ya, come in." She paused, Then wearily said, "You can only stay for a while."

Looking at her like this, Joya knew that Martina's condition was very serious. She felt suffocated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and looked inside the door. But beyond the tired face, there was a mass of darkness.

Like a marionette being manipulated, she faced the gap in the door getting wider and wider, moving mechanically and bluntly towards the house. When she took the first step and saw the light shining through the window in the house, she I felt a chill down my back.

When she died in her previous life, she was also in such a backlit room. There was a big window, but the light was dim, and the temperature of the sun was as cold as death.

In this room, she saw Martina lying on the bed, who was as angry as gossamer.

Martina was lying on her back, her light blond hair flowed over the head of the bed like a flowing waterfall; her face was very pale, if Caius' complexion was as pale as a marble sculpture, and her face , it is the appearance of really sinking into the bone.

She closed her eyes, her eyelids were trembling slightly, and the corner of her mouth without the slightest color was stained with blood, as if it was the greatest irony given to her by the disease.

And the dinner plate that Qiao Ya brought up half an hour ago had been smashed by the window, and the food was a drop.

Grandma Elisa followed Qiao Ya silently. After a long time, she choked up and said, "Martina, don't blame me, I know you want to see her."

Martina, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Qiao Ya standing by the bed, her pupils shrank a little. She didn't know where the strength came from, and she grabbed the sheet with her hands. He sat up with his upper body propped up, stretched out a hand to push Qiao Ya, and shouted hoarsely, "Eliza! How could you let her in! Let her out!"

Her pushing and shoving movements seemed huge, but after being transmitted to Qiao Ya, it only made Qiao Ya feel the weakness and weakness of the left hand. She grasped Martina's wrist, and then moved her upper body closer, He said calmly, "When are you going to lie to me?"

Martina's body stiffened immediately.

And after saying this, the force that she had rushed up her limbs just now was taken away in an instant, and her body fell backwards as if without bone support. Qiao Ya supported her back and let her body fall gently on the ground. Be on the couch.

Martina smiled and said, "You know everything?"

"I see." Qiao Ya said, "Ricardo told me about Simonetta, who was once famous in Florence more than ten years ago, and his expression was very strange at that time, and then I asked Mr. Medici, He told me that Simonetta, once the most beautiful woman in Florence, died of tuberculosis at the age of 21."

Martina lived in a secluded place on the third floor to recuperate by herself, and saw no one except Ricardo and Granny Elisa, and even Gioia only stood by her window for a while when she first arrived in Florence. After a few words, she was hurried away. Even if she came to Qiao Ya's room to talk, she insisted on opening the window and keeping a distance.Then Qiao Ya climbed to her window, but she didn't allow Qiao Ya to enter the room. The two were separated by a window, so they couldn't see each other's face, nor could they touch each other's breath.

In fact, these abnormalities also point to this answer.

In this day and age, tuberculosis is an incurable disease.

And it will cause panic in the whole city.

Martina laughed when she heard the words. The wildness in her eyes diluted the sickness on her face, and she restored the appearance of some rebellious girls when she was young. She said, "As expected of my daughter, she is really smart." As she said, the corners of her eyes His smile faded a little, "It's a pity...we met too late."

"If..." As soon as she finished speaking this word, she was interrupted by another violent cough. Grandma Elisa immediately stepped forward, put one hand through her shoulder and neck, and supported her back, while the other hand used a The handkerchief was around her mouth, and from Qiao Ya's perspective, she could see that the black handkerchief was already stained with blood.

She squatted down, stretched out her hand silently, and held Martina's hands hanging by her side. It was only then that she realized that Martina's right hand had been holding something. He opened Martina's clasped fingers, and found a fragile dried carnation in that slender palm.

"I'm sorry..." Martina's weak voice sounded beside her: "I promised you once, don't die, it seems... I can't do it..."

Qiao Ya raised her head abruptly, facing Martina's smiling eyes, those gray-blue eyes very similar to hers, shed a tear.