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I lived in London for seven full years.

From knowing nothing to what I am now, time is a harsh teacher, depriving me of everything and teaching me how to face the constant twists and turns of fate.

Under everyone's eyes, I live myself like a dodder flower, holding a tiny bit of hope, and using everything I can to grab and use.

When I was still young, I never thought that one day I would come to this city, experience these things that were not what I expected, and even bear a troublesome marriage contract.But fate has its own myriad changes, who can predict it?

Although I have never met my father, the smile on my mother's face when she mentioned him is always engraved in my mind.She was still unwilling to admit that her father was really gone, she loved him so much, even if she died, she would be willing to die.

I don't know what kind of feeling it was, and it drove my mother crazy. At that time, I was too young to understand, and when I grew up, I didn't have the chance to understand.

The aunt who adopted me was very enthusiastic about me because of the existence of the marriage contract. The enthusiasm was so false. She said how excellent that person was, how big the family was, how that person was in France, and said...

"Beth Fernley, you always have to wait for him."

What are you waiting for?I'm suddenly glad he's not in England anymore.

However, after such a long time, when I came to Odiris Manor and unexpectedly met Joseph, I had to admit that my aunt was right about at least one thing—he was indeed very good.

And he said he was going on a date with me.

I asked Marta to help me cover, and I walked out of the gate of the manor without being noticed.

Came to the manor once again as the supervisor's dormitory, and pushed open the door leading to the hall——

The handsome young man favored by time stands in the center, and together with the classically decorated hall, it looks like an exquisite picture scroll.He seems to have walked from the depths of time, every step is precisely as if being measured, the hard sole is in contact with the floor, and every step seems to have the power to deceive people.

My heart was pounding.

"Good morning, sir." Pulling up the hem of his skirt to salute, he also saluted back, his movements standard enough to be used as a textbook.

Nobility is like a kind of instinct, which is deposited in his bones and blood. Even if his every move is very natural, his arrogance is still reflected in his temperament from the inside out, making his beauty that can almost surpass gender superior, and it is hard to distinguish. Once the real gender is known, it is impossible to admit it again.

I sat in his room again. Compared with the last time, things here still haven't changed much.The last time I broke the marriage contract here, I subconsciously looked towards the desk, and the books that were placed on the table last time seemed to have disappeared.

There is an easel opposite the desk by the window, with several picture frames next to it. As I realized last time, Joseph should have very superb painting skills.

Seeing that I was curious about those paintings, Joseph said indifferently: "I have studied painting seriously, but it is a pity that the years of people are passing by, and beautiful things cannot last forever with time."

"You can look at these paintings as you like, but I don't want anyone to mess with my things... I'll be back in a while." Perhaps recalling the last unpleasant experience, he ordered.

I boldly walked over to observe those paintings. Among them, the number of landscape paintings is relatively small, and most of them are portraits, including men, women and children. There is Joseph's signature and the name of the painted person at the bottom.

Marta said that if you are dating, you can learn more about each other's hobbies.

I quietly admired the paintings for a while, and suddenly heard a knock on the door. I didn’t know who was outside the door. I knocked a few times and saw no answer. I paused, and then knocked persistently.

It would be fine if there was really no one inside the door, but I am here as a guest after all, and I heard the other party knock for a while, so it would be impolite to keep ignoring it.

I walked to the door with some hesitation, not sure who the other party was, when a voice came from outside the door:

"Joseph?"

...is a female voice.

"Strange, I seem to hear footsteps? Are you there? Joseph, Leo is looking for you..."

After thinking about it, I still opened the door, but I regretted it as soon as I opened it——

A huge mechanical spider that could almost block the door stood there, and two black holes glowing red under the hood looked straight at me.

spider!

I subconsciously took a step back, my hairs stood on end, and I could almost recall the feeling of suffocating in the cocoon.

The spider stared at me with two red eyes, and the air suddenly became quiet.

A cold voice broke the frozen atmosphere: "What's wrong?"

Joseph appeared on the side at some point, holding a tea tray in his hand, as if he didn't feel the tension in the air, he walked around the spider and walked towards me.

The spider screamed sharply: "Survivor!!!"

"She is my guest. Miss Valletta, you should know the rules set by the owner of the manor." Joseph blocked me calmly.

As soon as I saw him, I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, hid behind him, and quietly listened to the negotiation between the two regulators:

"Okay," the spider was silent for a while, and said, "Leo said he has something to look for you, and I just came to inform you."

"I see."

The spider turned its huge body and left. Joseph gave me a meaningful look: "Next time, don't open the door casually."

"...Well, have any survivors come here before?" Hearing what he said just now about the rules set by the owner of the manor, I couldn't help asking in connection with what Jack said last time that I was not the first guest.

"You are my first guest," Joseph said lightly, "As for the others, that's their business."

It sounded as alienated as ever.

The fragrant black tea was placed on the coffee table in front of me, and the scent of the tea made my nerves relax a little.I found that he is also proficient in tea art: "Is this Uva?"

"There is a little bit of bitterness in the mellow, but the aftertaste is very sweet, which is completely different from Darjeeling."

Holding the teacup, through the hazy light smoke, I seemed to see Joseph smiled at me slightly, his thin lips curled into an inconspicuous arc, and his blue eyes were unreally beautiful:

"This is the tea I brought, a new tea from Sri Lanka in the new season. After drinking Darjeeling for a long time, it is inevitable that I want to change the taste."

"Your tea art is really good."

"After a long time, it will be fine."

I was speechless for a while, not knowing how to find a topic.Probably seeing that I was a little nervous, he glanced lightly at the easel by the window and started talking to me about the paintings.

"I was in Paris and studied with several contemporary masters for a period of time, but painting always tends to bring people's subjective fantasy and emotion from the painter."

"I think painting is to express the beauty in people's hearts, isn't it?"

He chuckled lightly.

I subconsciously looked at him, and saw him take a look at one of the portraits and put a smile on his face: "That's right, it's a pity that I can't stand the passage of time."

I noticed that the person on the portrait looks very similar to Joseph, probably a relative?I didn't think much about it. A few steps away was the desk with a photo album on it. He noticed my gaze: "That's some of my previous collections."

"May I take a look at it?"

Blue eyes looked at me quietly for a while: "Yes."

I opened the album carefully, and most of the photos were still portraits, but they were more lifelike than the portraits, as if I saw real people staring at me through the thin photos.

"These photos..." I thought about the words: "Why are they all portraits like portraits?"

"I'm a photographer." Joseph calmly glanced at the photo album in my hand, maybe because the neckline was too tight, he stretched out his hand and loosened the scarf: "Few things can last forever with time, and I hope to record them The voice and appearance freeze things at the most beautiful moment."

He looked at me meaningfully, and suddenly said: "Do you want to try?"

The author has something to say: Seeing that some little angels don’t understand why the heroine is so weak, let me explain in detail. There are four reasons:

1. The basic conditions are limited. Everyone knows that the physical fitness of the nobles cannot be counted on, and they are basically weak. Earlier, the rules are older.

2. The heroine still has traits that have not been unlocked (emphasis drawn).As mentioned at the beginning of this article, in fact, survivors are relatively indifferent to such things as saving lives, but you can see that the relationship between the heroine and the air force, forwards, and mercenaries is actually relatively good, and even they both Taking care of her, and the heroine's winning and losing situation is better than that of the blind girl.

3. The heroine's traits "Picture Memory" said that the heroine has an excellent memory but is emotionally sensitive. She thinks quickly, and her escape speed decreases when her thoughts are confused.But take a guess, which times are really confused and which times are actually calm :)

4. The heroine has no life-saving skills and props.why not?Because of the power of time.She could have had it, but the disturbance of time has gone.The power of time allows her to travel through time, but this power is not hers. Not only is she unable to control it, but some other places are also disturbed and cannot be used, so there are no such things.Maybe you want to ask what ability or item it was originally?Answer: Things that are destined not to appear, too lazy to think about it :)

Last reminder: The heroine's mother is actually an important person, and every time she appears in the text is basically a reminder≧﹏≦But it seems that no one pays attention?