[Comprehensive] Today is also proving to Sherlock that I am a traveler

When receiving the call from Isidor, Christa subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was 37:[-], a very late time.

The sound of the rain outside the window gradually dissolved into the night, and a few spots hung in the sky, just like the light shining in Annie's eyes when they first met.

Her misjudgment of Anne's identity and her subsequent ignorance of Isidor's behavior are not the root cause of the separation of the lovers, but they also make the matter lose the chance of remedy.

Sherlock was right, this matter had nothing to do with her at all, and she was not a very emotional person, but when she suddenly found out that Annie's real identity was not what she imagined, she still felt a little ridiculous.

——Many important things always inevitably come late.

Christa heard the small wind from Isidore, he was probably still outside, and Christa knew that he was so anxious to call her because he couldn't find Annie.

"Krista... what are you trying to tell me tonight?" His throat tightened, and his voice was unavoidably hoarse.

Christa was silent for a while, "...I'll talk to you face to face. You wait for me at the first street corner for 5 minutes."

"...Hmm." Isidore hung up the phone and slowly raised his hand to cover his eyes.After a while, his expression turned firm.

...Sorry, Krista.

The only person I can rely on now is you, and only you can help me get out of this predicament.

After all, the root of all this is to build your dream Utopia; after all, I care about Anne more than I think.

...whether she is Anne or Talroy.

Christa just had time to put on her coat and hurried out. She was preoccupied with explaining the whole thing to Isidor. She didn't notice that the lights in a room on the second floor flickered after she went out. Lights up, then flickers off again as she disappears into the street.

Isidor looked devastated.Christa looked at him, not knowing how to speak for a moment.

There is no 24-hour convenience store on Baker Street, and Isidor and she finally chose to sit side by side on the steps in front of Professor Smith.

"Is this a tacit understanding from the same sect?" Krista smiled deliberately to defuse the atmosphere of silence.

Isidor smiled cooperatively, "Of course." There was a flash of trance in his slightly curved eyes when he smiled.

They have had a tacit understanding since they met when they were teenagers. It was not a coincidence set by the Creator, but someone who had known each other in the past few years adjusted it according to Christa's likes and dislikes, until they polished a "good relationship" that could get along with her happily. Isidore".

If Krista had the heart to think back to the past, she would find that when they first met, they were not so happy.

But this kind of subtle influence is hard to detect even if Krista is always smart.

The lady who had sent him to Krista was only hoping to find her a good and good playmate.

But now, this "playmate" has his own ideas, and even has some thoughts that are not allowed.

Christa didn't notice anything wrong with him, she thought for a few seconds in distress, "Isidore, how much do you know about Anne?"

The violinist, who has always been proud and arrogant, was stunned, and had to admit in frustration: "Very little."

When he first met Annie, he just thought it was funny.

The look of hope in the girl's panicked eyes made him feel pity. He was always conceited. Even though he knew Annie's identity would not be easy, he still saved her.

That was the beginning of irreversible destiny.

Later, it was a phone call from the lady that awakened the dream.He's not too stupid to see the truth.He quickly connected Anne with the Byrd family. The lady was on guard and temporarily restricted all his authority, so he had no way of knowing the deeper things.

"...You know her name is not Annie, right?" Christa found an opening, staring at his side face for a moment.

Isidore laughed, "Now I know...what's her name?"

"Taroy."

Christa paused, and continued: "I'm sorry. I saw her a few times in the grocery store where she worked. At first I thought she was the legitimate heir of the Byrd family who was rumored to be dead. Anne Bird. I didn't realize at the time that it was she you liked."

That is of course a wrong to absurd inference.

She thought that Anne was the loser in the power struggle within the Byrd family, so after the dispute over the heir was settled, the news of her death came out, and Arthur succeeded in taking the throne.

And Arthur obviously had some ulterior motives for the heiress, as evidenced by the red diamond on Anne's neck.Therefore, after the death of the previous Patriarch, Annie was still alive and well.

So in the truth she believed at the beginning, Anne was not innocent, she was a flower struggling to bloom in the rotten land of the Byrd family, with a sinful atmosphere.

What made her fully believe this was Annie's inadvertent look in her eyes.

—Mixed with ambition and hatred.

She wanted to use the conflict between Anne and Arthur to solve the Byrd family, and she even intended to reveal Anne's whereabouts to Arthur, but Arthur found her first.

When the matter came to this point, although there was a little mistake at the beginning, it could continue as she had imagined.

...then she realizes Annie's relationship with Isidor.

At this time, although she was a little surprised, she was not prepared to change her plan.

Isidore's love is not more important in her heart than those "birds" who are imprisoned in cages and are played wantonly.

She is not someone who likes to measure things by emotion.

It wasn't until Sherlock told her that name that she suddenly realized that she had made a very important mistake.

The true heir, Miss Anne Bird, would certainly not have a second Talroy's name.She instantly understood that if Taroy was Annie's real name, then she would definitely not be a pampered noble lady, and the American East Coast flavor that could not be concealed in her accent was not influenced by the strange culture she saw during her study tour. , on the contrary clearly showed her identity

___ A "bird" from a distant place.

She shouldn't be used like this.

Isidor shook his head after hearing this, "She is not a noble lady with a good background, I am sure of that. She said that she has lived in North Brooklyn, New York for many years, Christa, you know that is not enough to raise a noble Miss place."

One of the world-famous slums in North Brooklyn, New York.

Taroy's background did not even meet the standards of ordinary people.

"I know." Christa looked at her smooth and delicate fingers, which had some calluses from practicing the violin all the year round, but otherwise, they were clean.

"So I already know that she is just an ordinary girl. Maybe on the night of returning home from a part-time job many years ago, she fell into a coma, and when she woke up again, she found that she was in a foreign country and was being sold as goods..."

"Cargo?" Isidore interrupted her, frowning, as if he didn't quite understand.

Christa glanced at him, with a hint of pity in her eyes, "...the Byrd family, the family we went to dinner with last time, secretly engaged in human trafficking. Annie...Taroy is one of them."

Isidor clenched his hands into fists, his veins showing.

Christa looked away, and continued: "The current Patriarch of the Byrd family has taken a fancy to her. She may have been imprisoned for many years, and she managed to escape not long ago, but she was arrested soon. One time to find you..."

When she said this, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Taroy was obviously not someone who was willing to be kept in a cage as a canary, otherwise she would not have escaped.For so many years, it is impossible to escape for the first time, Arthur will definitely send more people to watch her.

Taroy had just been arrested and would be under strict surveillance for a few days, but within two days she ran out again by herself.

Either there was some major problem within the Byrd family, and Arthur didn't have time to take care of her; or there were people in the Byrd family who responded to her to help her cover her tracks!

If it was the former, Taroy would not even miss Isidor's face when he came here on purpose, while in the latter, she knew that she must go back, even if she met, she could only face each other speechlessly.The reason for going back is that she has something to do!

Taroy, what on earth is she trying to do? !

"What's wrong?" Isidor asked softly seeing her expression was wrong.

"It's nothing, I thought of something." Krista stabilized her chaotic mood and barely maintained a calm posture.

Isidor knew this was just perfunctory rhetoric.

Christa looked at him fixedly, "Isidor, do you understand the weight of your feelings for Taroy in your heart?"

Isidor was stunned, lowered his eyes, and said slowly and firmly: "I didn't know it at first, but now I think about it clearly. If one day I have to choose between the violin and her, I will give up the violin."

"The teacher knows that you will be angry when you say that." She raised her lips. "I will find a way. You just need to concentrate on preparing for the tour. You don't have to choose between the violin and your lover. If you don't have a violin, how will you support yourself?" Taroy."

"Ah, I still have an inheritance, enough to last me until I die." He smiled, "Besides, this matter has nothing to do with you, this matter is not that simple, Krista, there is no need to involve you in it."

Christa said without changing her expression: "It's okay, I'm going to ask Sherlock."

Sherlock who didn't know he was entrusted:...

"Mr. Holmes?" Isidore was a little surprised. "He's a great detective. If he... I'll ask him personally. After all, I'm the one involved."

"It's okay. You concentrate on preparing for the concert, and leave the rest to me." Krista blinked, "It won't be messed up, don't worry."

She wasn't going to ask Sherlock, and it was impossible for Isidor to go find Sherlock.

"That's not what I meant, Krista..."

Krista cut him off, "It's a deal, don't worry."

She will handle this matter in her own way, but she is not going to tell Isidor.

Because not everything can be perfectly explained.

And she was not purely for Isidor.

"……Um."

"I'm going back to sleep, and you should go in earlier." Krista waved her hand and disappeared into the vast night.

Isidor looked at the night sky, and a few stars had almost exhausted all their brilliance, leaving only a few wisps of light from distant galaxies.

Christa asked him what he would choose between the violin and Anne, but in fact, he never had to choose between the two, but between her and Anne, and he chose Anne.

Sorry, Krista...

***

What Isidore didn't know was that in addition to being banned, his every move was monitored 24 hours a day.

Minna is one of the people responsible for monitoring Isidor's movements.

Surveillance did not start recently, but it has suddenly become more stringent recently.

Ming Anna had just applied a beauty mask when she overheard Isidor's phone call to the lady.

Listening to the call, she felt that Issy was busy.

Things related to that lady are basically handled by their confidantes.In order not to be suspicious by that lady, Isidore seldom contacted them. For the sake of confidentiality within the organization, most of the information was transmitted in one direction. At the same time, another thing that most of her colleagues did not know, all monitoring towards.

Anyone who receives a task related to that lady will be monitored by at least two people at the same time, and every move must be carefully considered, and the monitored person and the monitored person do not know each other.

Not even their nemesis, Mr. Mycroft Holmes, spies on his sociopathic brother like this.

Of course, the two are not comparable.

In order to protect the privacy of the young lady, her immediate superior did not let anyone monitor her specific movements.

There was a long silence on the monitor on Isidore.

In order to ensure the safety of the lady, Isidor was given one of the highest authority after those in power.But he must not know that every time he uses the authority, he has to go through many audits.

His authority was banned this time because their immediate superior issued an emergency ban when he used his authority last time.

After being warned once by his immediate boss, he still doesn't know how to restrain himself. I heard that he used his authority for a woman.

Isidor left the organization too early, so he didn't know how suspicious and cautious their immediate boss was, especially in the matter of that lady.If she didn't know that her boss was a charming lady, she would have wondered if her boss had some ulterior motives for the little girl.

The authority was banned, which was already an obvious final warning. According to her boss's thinking, it was a precursor to betrayal.

And Isidor seems to have been carried away by so-called love.He couldn't even think about trying to use that lady.

While listening to what Isidore said that night, Mingna seemed to be talking to the lady, and at the same time resignedly turned on the computer to send an urgent email.

... I hope she will not be assigned to collect Isidor's body.

Isidor received the call at dawn, when the long night was receding and the dawn was finally dawning.

The caller ID was blank, and he could easily tell it was the woman's call.

He picked it up, and his slightly angry voice spread.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I didn't do anything." He said calmly.

There was a pause, "Mr. Augustine, I hope you understand one thing - when you went to Christa, no one forced you, you did it completely voluntarily. And you also promised that everything will happen. Krystal first. But now you..."

All the unfinished meaning melted into a mocking sneer.

Isidore sank in thought.Sure enough, his intention to use Christa has been known.The woman couldn't bear to expose Krista to constant surveillance, which was by his side.

—He was already distrusted.

"...This incident is my fault, and I promise there will be no next time. Now that Christa already knows about Anne, you...are you unwilling to change anything?"

"Oh. Next time?" The man sneered, "The beautiful love really made you dizzy. Don't forget, the vow you made at the beginning was never to betray! Now you tell me only once? Zero and countless times, today you can betray a woman once, tomorrow you will betray a second time for a man!"

The other party calmed down.

"Krista cares about you, this is your biggest bargaining chip. After this matter is over, no matter whether you are busy with your concert or something, in short, don't appear in front of her again."

"After all... no one can guarantee that that lunatic Arthur will strangle his favorite bird out of jealousy when he knows that his 'bird' is in love with the violin?"

"... As for the rest, I promise you the London papers will mourn you as soon as you think of speaking!"

"...I won't." Isidor replied after a long silence.

He knew that this was the biggest concession the other party made for Christa, and he would indeed not tell Krista the truth.

He couldn't face Christa's disgust and sadness after learning the truth.

He knew enough about the girl holding the bow in high spirits, her heart was soft and fragile.

"No promises to me. I'm just telling you the truth."

"I wish you all the best, great violinist!"

***

In the end, Isidor couldn't settle down and prepare for the concert because he had a high fever.

Professor Smith called her specifically for this reason. He had to accompany the poor little Isidore, who had no father or mother, to the hospital. He would give her a day off today and make up classes on the rest day.

At the end, he also said something strange: "Why is Isidor's physique suddenly so fragile? Didn't he just blow a little wind?"

The teacher always went to bed early, but he didn't know that he had been drenched in the rain for half the night.Christa smiled knowingly, vaguely, taking into account a little bit of fellowship and didn't expose his lie.

The sudden extra day of vacation made Christa a little confused. She held her mobile phone and thought for a while, but she couldn't make a decision because she didn't know much about London.

. . . and ask Cecil, he knows all about it.

Although Cecil had obtained the position of Sherlock's assistant for himself at a high price, it did not keep him busy - because London has been very peaceful recently, without any sensational cases.The novelist's dream of observing the murder scene is being shattered day by day.

However, the novelist has a very good demeanor, and he did not show any anxiety and worthlessness for spending money. He still spends his days leisurely wandering around the cafes in the streets and alleys of London, collecting anecdotes and anecdotes.Christa met him a few times, and even talked with him about Shakespeare's plays and sonnets. Although the two had different opinions on this, it did not affect their pleasant relationship. Star found that the novelist knew almost all the interesting places or rumors in London like the back of his hand.

——It is simply a walking guide to London.

This is Christa's ideal neighbor. As for Sherlock, it was a complete accident in her life.

——I'm not interested in the murders in London over the years. As a good student who grew up under the socialist orthodox education, how can you ask me to be inseparable from these three sentences: dead bodies, murders, explosions, and mysterious cases... oh, And Goldfish's great detective friendly conversation?

Especially without contrast there is no harm.

Christa knocked on the door, and cast a puzzled look at the novelist's pale face.

The novelist forced a smile: "Krista, what's the matter? Are you here to find Sherlock? He may be a bit inconvenient right now... Would you like to come back later?"

"Ah, I'm not looking for him, I'm looking for you." Christa's attitude when she saw him...as if she had just seen a ghost, she looked inward, but the novelist turned around and tightly covered her eyes.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" She said calmly.

"No, no, don't go in..." Cecil's face turned pale again as he thought of some terrible scene, "If you have anything to do, let's go to your room and talk... No, no, girl You can’t enter the room casually, let’s find a cafe!”

He was incoherent.

Christa immediately understood, covered her lips and smiled, "What shocking thing is Sherlock doing again?"

The novelist was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile and said, "You really know him, Mr. Holmes... Also, I heard from Mrs. Hudson that you are a pair of lovers."

"...that's not our relationship, that's the way Mrs. Hudson talks." She twitched the corners of her mouth.

If she finds someone like Sherlock as her boyfriend in the future, then she will probably set the record for the fastest breakup in history.

Sherlock...in some respects he is impeccable, some flaws are also very interesting in a relationship, only one thing, Sherlock is not suitable for a relationship at all!

"Can you keep your voice down? OK? The noise is too loud." There was a little anger in Sherlock's voice.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes!" said the novelist apologetically. "Let's talk outside."

Christa nodded. If she heard correctly, it was...the sound of a hair dryer. What is Sherlock blowing?

The two found a coffee shop, and Christa slowly stirred the coffee in the cup clockwise with a spoon.

"What is Sherlock blowing on? It seems to scare you a lot." She laughed.

The novelist was still in shock, "I still know too little about Mr. Sherlock! If I knew that he likes to put skulls in the refrigerator... I shouldn't have moved in so easily." He looked at the steaming coffee , with a wry smile. "I don't know why Mr. Sherlock uses a hair dryer to blow a...fresh... severed arm." The last word was especially difficult for him.

The sudden discovery nearly broke his mind.

That's why Cecil steadfastly refused to let her in! Cecil... was a very gentle and caring person.

The novelist scratched his hair in despair, "I don't think I will be able to face the hair dryer normally in the future."

"You might talk it over with him... at least get him not to do these things while you're in the house," Krysta suggested.Novelists often go out early in the morning, come back in the evening, and go to bed early at night. If the two negotiate properly, Cecil can completely avoid Sherlock's activity time.

Of course, the case where Sherlock deliberately frightened him should be ruled out.

"I'll discuss it with him." The novelist sighed bitterly, "Stop talking, the more I talk about it, the more I think about the amputated arm. Why are you looking for me?"

Christa put down the spoon, hesitated, "Do you have any recommendations... for places to spend time?"

After all, calling someone out for such a trivial matter is a bit of a fuss.

The novelist pondered, "...Krista, are you interested in opera performances?"

"There is a performance of Don Giovanni at Covent Garden Opera House today."

"It's not okay at night." Christa held the end of the spoon, "...too late will affect tomorrow's spirit."

A bad spirit will affect the performance of the violin.

"Then how about going to the Tang Seth Garden? Recently, there was an epiphyllum exhibition. In China, it seems to be a very popular flower." The novelist asked softly, with anticipation in his eyes.

Hearing this rather familiar place name, Christa was slightly taken aback, then smiled and said, "Yes, I heard that the scenery there is very good."

"You won't be disappointed there!" Cecil's eyes were bright, and he couldn't wait to stand up. "Then I'll go drive. Downseth Garden is in the suburbs of London. It's a little far away. We need to start early."

"Ah."

Krista responded.

The novelist's documents are complete, but Christa had to go back to 221B to get the documents and wallet.

When I went downstairs, I ran into Mrs. Anderson who was delivering coffee to Sherlock, "Liz, aren't you going to learn the violin today?"

Mrs. Anderson was surprised to see that she was dressed lightly and did not bring a violin.

"No, today is a holiday. Cecil and I have an appointment to go to Downseth Garden. See you later, Mrs. Hudson!"

Mrs. Hudson walked into the room on the second floor. Sherlock was about to turn off the hair dryer. Mrs. Hudson, who was not surprised by his things, put down the coffee pot.

"Sherlock, you should be a little worried! Cecil and Liz are both out on a date, and I think there will be an enviable couple here soon! How well they look! When will you Can you bring back a girlfriend?"

"Mrs. Hudson, please go out, it's too noisy." Sherlock said without raising his head.

couple?

Don't talk nonsense, Christa doesn't like Cecil's stupid goldfish at all.

……

"Damn!"

Sherlock looked gloomy as he looked at the test tube that exploded into fragments and a large piece of charred black wall.

The novelist doesn't know that Sherlock nearly blows up the house.He enthusiastically called the garden director to make an appointment for a visit.

"...The owner of the garden is a friend of mine, we can join the team." He put down the phone, with a slightly imperceptible uneasiness on his face.

Christa tilted her head, "It doesn't seem like a British gentleman's style to jump in line?"

"I..." The novelist opened his mouth, but he wanted to explain but couldn't.

Seeing his embarrassed expression, Christa couldn't help but curl her lips, "Cecil, you are too simple! I was just joking."

The novelist scratched his hair, "I... I'm not particularly good at socializing, Krista, don't you mind?"

"It's okay, I'm not a social person either." Krista said with a smile.

Although Downsace Gardens is open to the public, the flow of passengers has always been restricted. London is not a suitable season for tourism at this time, and there are few visitors.

...and only the ones going out.

Christa raised her eyebrows, a little strangely.

The novelist looked at her in embarrassment: "That...Krista, maybe I didn't make it clear to my friend, he seems to have cleared the scene for us."

Krista: "..."

...as if strayed into a world full of domineering presidents.

Sorry, I don't understand the world of your rich people.

Seeing her complicated face, the novelist didn't know what to do for a while, so he said in a panic, "If you mind...I'll call him right now, we can call him back..."

Christa shook her head, a little amused, "Cecil, I now believe that you are really not good at socializing."

"Krista...I..."

"It's okay, it's fine and quiet without anyone else. Why do you mind? Let's go first." Krista pursed her lips, speaking lightly, to avoid further embarrassment.

"That's good." Cecil breathed a sigh of relief and emphasized again, "I'm sure the scenery inside will not disappoint you. It's beautiful!"

"Then I'll wait and see."

Most of the flowers in the garden are not in this season, and Christa walked over, while Cecil gently introduced these flowers to her.

"This is a crabapple transplanted from China. Although it is not in its flowering period now, the greenhouse cultivation technology of Tang Seth Garden is very mature, so we can see it flowering now."

"Are all the flowers here out of season?" Christa looked at the bunches of blooming flowers on the branches, feeling rather dull.

Seeing that she was not very interested in these artificially cultivated flowers, the novelist's eyes dimmed and then lit up again: "No, the flowers in front are all blooming this season. They seem to have introduced a new variety of chrysanthemums. Let's go and have a look." !"

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

Her eyes lingered on the buds of the Chuisi Begonia for a few seconds.The pink flowers on the branches are swaying in the warm wind, with a little flavor of the motherland.

Cecil deliberately chose it to introduce, probably because she felt that she was alone in a foreign country, and seeing the scenery of her hometown would give her some comfort.

A kind heart is a kind heart, and flowers are also very beautiful flowers.But she has always disliked things that were deliberately cultivated, so if she doesn't like it, she really doesn't like it.

"Cecil, thank you for spending the day with me, but you don't have to be so careful to follow my wishes, don't embarrass yourself." She sat on a garden bench with her legs crossed, holding a A cup of milk tea specially made for Cecil by her friend.

In the front is the rose garden, and in the back is the chrysanthemum exhibition that just came over.

The novelist was taken aback when he heard the words, and lowered his head, "I'm sorry, I don't think you are particularly happy, so I hope you can be happier."

"Huh?..." Christa bit the straw and raised her head, her eyes were filled with bright light, "I thought I hid it well. There's nothing I'm unhappy about, it's just that I made a little mistake Things, a little frustrating."

The novelist sat down beside her, looking far away, "I published my first collection of poems when I was 14 years old, and the response was very good. At that time, I felt that I was a genius who could stand side by side with Shakespeare in the future. Then a person who claimed to be a fan of me found Me, I showed me a novel with a character poem in it, which at first glance was very similar to one of my poems. I was young and energetic at the time, so I decided this was plagiarism. It made the whole circle restless."

He stopped here.

"And then?" Krista looked at him.

The novelist sighed: "The writer of the novel is an old writer with a good reputation. It turned out to be just a coincidence. The poem about the character was written ten years ago, and the connotation of thought was completely different from mine. In the end, I Apologies, but that writer has since closed his pen. So I stopped writing poetry after that, only novels."

"This matter is not entirely your responsibility." Christa didn't expect him to have experienced such a thing, holding the milk tea, her eyes were a little confused.

"Maybe. But, Christa, I did something wrong just now." The novelist said worriedly, "You don't mind, do you?"

"What?" she asked subconsciously.

The novelist looked at her, and said solemnly, "Krista, the story I just made up was all made up."

Krista: "..."

Very good, as expected of a writer who can write best-selling books, the ability to talk nonsense is very strong.She didn't realize that it was just a made-up story.

After being made such a fuss by Cecil, Christa's mind was also diverted from Taroy's matter a lot.

"By the way, your friend is too considerate." She looked at the milk tea cup, which was engraved with the mark of Tang Seth's garden.

"...Krista, I might ask you to forgive me for my second mistake." The novelist coughed lightly and said embarrassedly.

Christa raised her eyebrows, "Are you going to tell me that your so-called friend refers to yourself?"

Cecil looked away, "That's right... But this garden is not strictly mine, it is one of my mother's dowry. And I didn't let them clear it, I really only made a phone call That's all."

She was thoughtful.

No wonder, no matter how close friends are, they don't pay attention to details like milk tea.

"Isn't that better? Wouldn't I be able to come in under your name in the future?" Krista hooked her lips.

"Ah, I'll ask them to give you a card so you can come over whenever you want."

"No rush. Aren't we still going to see Epiphyllum?" Christa stopped him from calling immediately.

The novelist was silent for a moment, looked up, and took out a glass cover from a paper bag on one side.

Inside blooms a snow-white flower with pale yellow stamens.

The novelist looked at her intently, and for the first time, Christa clearly saw the emotions in his eyes, joy, excitement, tension, and anticipation.

"...I asked them, epiphyllum blooms at night, and you don't like flowers that are forced to bloom, so I asked them to give me this. It bloomed last night, and they put it in here, Then it won't wither."

"Krista, I know this is sudden, but I still want to say it, I want to ask you for a chance to communicate."

"My feelings for you are like this flower, without impurities and never withering.

"If you are willing to accept, then please accept this flower."

The author has something to say: this chapter is written like hell, it’s been a long time since I’ve written so many words.