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I seldom run like this.

I once wanted to chase a person, but I couldn't catch up no matter what. People can't break away from the world no matter what. Time restricts us to our own world.

So we can't catch up with people who don't belong to our own world anyway.

The person in front of me turned around slowly. On the exquisite face that was so white that no one could find any blemishes, those blue eyes fell on me, and I paused slightly, as if in surprise.At this moment, I suddenly wanted to smile.

I am someone who shouldn't appear here, but since fate brought me to him, everything has its reason.

So he walked over and stopped in front of him with a smile: "Long time no see, sir." He bowed slightly, lifted the hem of his skirt and saluted.

He didn't make a sound, I could feel his eyes falling on the top of my hair, he paused for a while, and the photographer's clear and cold voice came from my ear:

"Why are you here?"

I straightened up and stared at his unemotional eyes, the azure blue, just like the epitome of the beautiful sky in my memory, as if I was standing in the sunny square again, standing in front of the statue.

Involuntarily grasping the book in his hand slightly: "I came in with Mr. Jack."

Then he continued slowly: "The reason why I came here is because I want to see you, Mr. Joseph."

"……see me?"

There was no ups and downs in his tone of voice, opposite to that bright and clear light, was a lonely and cold voice, like the frost and snow falling on the lake."You shouldn't be here," he said.

"I just... want to thank you." Being watched quietly like this, I became a little nervous in vain, and moved my lips, feeling like I was making a futile excuse.

"unnecessary."

It's still an unkind sentence.

All my hard work seemed to be shattered in this sentence.

His heart shrank, and then suddenly rebellious emotions surged.Don't you need it?I straightened my back, faced those impenetrable cold eyes without fear, and resisted his rejection:

"Perhaps there is nothing in Mr. Joseph's heart, because he may have done a trivial thing on a whim, but as a beneficiary, I can't just bear it. I must thank you, you saved my life, Any moral and educated person can’t pretend that nothing happened, otherwise I am ashamed of my parents who raised me, ashamed of God, and myself.”

Never allow him to cover it so lightly.

"I received preferential treatment for no reason, so I can't just feel at ease because of it."

I don't know how much he listened to the righteous words, he was silent for a while, and said lightly:

"It doesn't have to be."

I put my head down, it's frustrating to be so stubborn, but he's not alone in his insistence.Now that I have stood in front of him, I will never give up easily this time.

Concentrating her eyes and caressing the cross written in the Bible, she slowed down her voice: "You are the one who gave, and you think there is nothing, but I have really benefited. I can't accept it peacefully because of your generosity. God Saying that others have shown kindness to me, I will repay his sincerity. This "Bible" is one of the few precious items in the luggage I brought. It was once carried by a bishop to pray day and night, and it has received the glory of God— ―Maybe it is because of this that I was able to meet you by the blessing of God..."

"You have helped me a lot, and you are not an ordinary person. Beth Fenli is just an ordinary survivor, and I can't repay you. So after thinking about it, I want to give you this book, which is also considered... a little Thank you."

He didn't answer, just looked at me quietly, like a silent puppet, watching me talking to myself.When I looked into his eyes, I seemed to break into a piece of blue, and I couldn't see what he was thinking at all.

Holding the book in my hand, I looked at him without blinking, with a hint of expectation on my face, and even... a faint expectation in my heart.

He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell from my face to the book in his hand. His eyelashes, which were as pure white as his hair, covered all possible emotions in his blue eyes.

I even thought he was going to reject me again.

A white hand stretched out with distinct joints, and the almost crystal white fingertips rested on the top of the book: "I accept it."

The voice is still faint.

The thick book was taken away from my hands, the corners of my mouth were raised, and my eyes became softer.

It is a good thing to be willing to accept the thank you gift.

It's like I can feel that he has no malicious intentions. Although he looks indifferent, he has no intention of hurting me and doesn't bother me.I can't help but think of how he behaved when he took me downstairs last time. I have to say that the supervisor in front of me is actually a very considerate person.

"Thank you." I said softly.

He took the book away, closed his eyes, paused, and said slowly: "Since I have accepted the gift, I should show it."

"...Would you like to sit with me for a while?"

"my pleasure."

He turned around to lead the way, and I followed behind this man, looking at his white hair that was tied neatly by a golden ribbon, I suddenly felt that all fear was gone.

I don’t have to worry about meeting other supervisors, and I don’t have to worry about Jack chasing me. After I got this person’s invitation, I feel like I’m really here as a guest.

Only in front of Joseph, I will not look like a prey, will not be regarded as a lamb.All my fear of him was completely consumed when he reached out to me again and took the Bible.

Go upstairs along the stairs, stop at the door of a certain room: "Here we are."

He pushed open the door, and the scenery inside came into view: "Please come in."

I walked in curiously, even the room was still the same as the other manor, with the same basic layout.

The difference is that there are some tasteful trinkets around, and some lifelike oil paintings on the walls - all portraits.

"Please sit down." Whether it's the first time I come to a supervisor's room or the first time I come to a man's room, I can't help but be a little curious, but I can't be too rude. After a few glances, I will sit down obediently good.

A lady should not be too curious about a strange man's room.

The young and handsome photographer was born with no weapons in his hands at this time, but a thick book, like an elegant nobleman, born noble, his bearing and demeanor are fused into his bones, and his appearance and knowledge are just for him. embellishment.

The furnishings of the room further deepened my guess that he may indeed be a nobleman, and all the details correspond to the ancient rules in my memory.

The young man glanced at me and put the book on the shelf: "Wait a minute."

Is this going to make tea?

I watched him leave, and my eyes couldn't help being bolder, and I began to observe the surrounding layout.

Many of the decorations can be seen in the style of the early Victorian era or even earlier. From my eyes, I can naturally see that they are genuine products, which fully demonstrates the age of these things.

The portraits on the wall are powerful and vivid. It can be seen that the author has deep painting skills and grasps the details very well.

…The characters above should also be living in the early Victorian era.

I couldn't help but look down at the dress on my body, which was very similar to the dress style of the portrait.

There are many thick books on the bookshelf, and a book is spread out on the table next to it, holding a snow-white quill.

I walked over slowly, and the beautiful and smooth aristocratic cursive characters on it made me seem to see the past.

Flipping through it at random, there is a signature written on the first side of the book.

I couldn't help but silently read out:

"Joseph...De La Thornes."

"What are you doing?"