But his life repeatedly told him that he couldn't live without this demon, that he needed him.
Sehir felt like he was going crazy.
It seemed a bit colder up on the mountain. Sehir rose from in front of the tombstone, his eyes still lingering on the stone.
"I'll come see you again next year."
The wind suddenly picked up, drowning out Cecil's voice, but you could still vaguely make out his lip movements.
Those lips, opening and closing, seemed to be in prayer.
"I love you all."
When Sehir turned around, Isri was standing straight beside the carriage. When he saw Sehir's gaze, the corners of his lips immediately curved into a smile.
Just as he was about to come down the hillside, a dark red color suddenly caught Cecil's eye.
Below on the other side of the hillside, there grew a patch of wild roses. Sehir glanced at Isri and then at the roses.
They actually match quite well.
After thinking for a moment, Sehir turned around and walked down the hillside. In the blink of an eye, Isri, who could only see half of Sehir's body, disappeared without a trace from the top of the mountain.
I was about to lift my leg and go up to look for it, but I held back in the end and silently counted down the time in my mind.
If they don't come back within a minute, go look for them yourself.
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Time was being counted very slowly by Isri, one minute was counted as two minutes. In the end, he couldn't resist and was about to make an exception and go up to look for it when a golden light appeared in front of him.
Isri stopped and looked up into the distance. Sehir was holding a bouquet of roses in his hands, which looked a bit prickly. Sehir held them tightly.
Just as Sehir was about to come down, Isri rushed over to Sehir's side, first checking Sehir's hands, and only after confirming that he was alright did his gaze return to Sehir's face.
“If you like it, young master, I can buy it for you at the store,” Isri said.
“But these are wild roses,” Cecil emphasized to Isri, looking at the roses.
“Just let me know next time, and I’ll pick some for you,” Isri said again.
Sehir looked at Isri: "But I picked this for you."
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Isri's eyes widened slightly as he looked at Sehir in disbelief.
Thinking it was too windy and that Isri hadn't heard him clearly, Cesil held the rose in his hand to Isri and opened his mouth again.
"I picked this for you."
Isri's eyes widened further, his gaze stiffly shifting to the rose in Cecil's hand: "For me?"
Sehir nodded: "I suddenly felt that it suited you quite well, so I picked it for you."
Isri hesitated to take the words from Sehir's hand, instead carefully reading what Sehir had said.
This is what I picked for you.
A unique rose for myself.
Isri's heart skipped a beat. The wild rose had many petals, layer upon layer, wrapped together, and its fragrance was even more amazing than that of other roses.
"Don't you like it?" Sehir asked when he saw that Isri didn't react.
“No.” Isri looked at Cesil: “I like it very much.”
As he spoke, Isri took a step back and gave a perfect gentleman's bow, his lips landing precisely on the rose-like surface.
A gentle breeze ruffled their hair.
Sehir held a rose in his hand, and Isri leaned down to kiss it gently, finally taking a rose petal from his mouth. He did not take the rose from Sehir's hand.
This is the distance they should maintain for now.
He loved Cesil dearly, but he would never overstep his bounds to offend the god he held in high esteem.
His love was absurd and outrageous, yet tender and romantic.
Islam straightened up, and the scent of wild roses became even more alluring.
"Thank you for the roses, young master. However, these roses only truly show their beauty when they are in your hands." Isri said softly, putting the rose petals he had taken into his breast pocket.
Because this is the closest place to the heart.
Sehir paused for a few seconds, his face seemed to be burning from the wind, and his gaze shifted from Isri's eyes to the bouquet of roses.
"It's cold outside, let's go home."
Isri smiled and stepped aside to make way for Ceshir: "Yes, young master."
After Sehir had walked away, Isri turned his head to look at the tombstone that was only partially visible on the hillside, then bowed slightly, his lips parted slightly.
"Your child is wonderful, and I will take care of him forever."
“Isri!” Cehir shouted, “What are you doing standing there?”
Upon hearing Ceshir's voice, Isri quickly turned back and explained, "I'm just paying my respects to the lady."
Following Isri's gaze, Sehir's eyes fell back on the hillside. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "You know what happened back then..."
Suddenly, Cecil swallowed back what he was about to say and opened his mouth again: "Go home."
It's best to keep these things to yourself. Since we can't find out anything, we shouldn't bring them up. Sehir reminded himself not to bring his bad mood to others.
Isri's voice remained gentle: "Yes, young master."
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After coming down from the mountain, everything in the city was once again shrouded in a white fog, and even the roses placed opposite looked a little droopy.
Cecil did not return the roses to the garden; instead, he took them back and put them in a vase, even though their bloom would only last two or three days.
This wild rose disdains to be compared with those greenhouse roses; even if it withers and fades, it would rather not be planted with them.
The vase was refilled with water, and the roses looked much more vibrant than before.
“Young Master, the things are ready.” Isri said as he came down from the second floor to Ceshir’s side.
Cesil followed behind Isri, raising his hand to touch his loose hair. It had been a long time since he last cut his hair, and he had almost forgotten what he looked like with short hair.
"Won't it look ugly?" Sessil suddenly felt a little scared.
Islam deliberately chose a relatively high stool so that Cesil could see himself in the mirror when he sat down.
As Isri lifted Sehir's hair to comb it, he suddenly heard Sehir ask a puzzling question.
"Isri, do you think I'm ugly?"
After asking the question, Isri looked at Sehir in the mirror and laughed.
“Not ugly,” Islam said, opening his mouth.
Sehir tilted his head, looking at his hair, and met Isri's gaze: "Do you remember me with short hair?"
Isri raised his hand and gently combed Cesil's hair, replying with a smile, "I remember, it looks great."
"Is that so?" Sehir wondered to himself.
Isri cut his hair very slowly, while Sehir stared at himself in the mirror with his eyes open and motionless.
To be honest, she wasn't ugly, but compared to the person standing next to her, she could only be described as plain and unremarkable.
Sehir tried to turn his head to check the length of his hair, but was immediately restrained by Isri.
"Young master, don't move it, it will break."
With no other option, Sehir could only sit up straight on the stool with a helpless expression.
Her hair, which had reached her neck, was cut behind her ears, finally revealing her fair neck so she could breathe some fresh air, and her delicate pink earlobes were also exposed.
This time it seems much shorter than before, and this hairstyle makes her look a few years younger.
“Don’t you think I look more like a child?” Sehir asked helplessly, looking at Isri.
Isri couldn't help but laugh out loud again. The young master was always saying surprising things today, but it has to be said that he did look somewhat like him.
Seeing Isri laughing so happily, Sehir's sullen expression became even more pronounced.
Seeing that Cecil was in low spirits, Isri immediately changed the subject: "Christmas is coming soon, young master."
Upon hearing the words "Christmas," Cecil's eyes lit up, and he instantly forgot about his hair. Then, as if he had just remembered something, he opened his mouth and said...
Have you prepared your Christmas toys?
As the leading toy supplier, the Cretis Chamber of Commerce cannot afford to be negligent at this time of year, as the Queen is responsible for receiving their orders.
Having just been promoted to a noble rank this year, he dares not make any mistakes.
Isri brushed the hair that had fallen across his neck and replied, "It's all ready, you don't need to worry."
Sehir nodded, stood up from the stool, and looked at himself in the mirror.
As I looked around, my gaze fell through the mirror onto Isri, who was tidying up the bits of hair in his hair.
Isri was like an omnipotent being, as if he had this skill from birth.
On the contrary, looking at myself, I feel like a disabled person who depends on others for a living.
Because Ceshir's gaze was too intense, Isri eventually noticed him.
After making eye contact with Ceshir, Islam stood up and spoke.
Do you need to decorate your home for Christmas this year?
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Sehir turned around, glanced at the room, and chuckled softly, "Just decorate as you see fit."
Isri nodded slightly, tidied up the hair on the ground, and then left.
After Isri closed the door, Sehir slowly walked to the bedside, where the snow outside had covered the bed again.
This year's snow seems to be much heavier than in previous years. Before long, Sehir saw Isri walk out of the door from the window.