The canary in the cage

Sehir couldn't help but give a wry smile. Isri really went to great lengths to keep himself out of contact with the outside world.

In the morning, Islam left very early, as if he was already at ease leaving Ceshir at home.

At first, the house felt new and exciting, but after a few days, it lost its appeal, and the gate leading to the garden remained tightly closed.

The leaves on the trees outside had grown back, and as soon as Sehir opened the door, he saw a child squatting on the steps.

As soon as the boy saw Cecil come out, he quickly wiped the dirt off his hands and put on a smile.

"Brother, let's play together."

Before Sesil could even open his mouth to refuse, the child grabbed Sesil's hand and pulled him into the yard.

The sunlight overhead made his skin appear even whiter. The boy seemed a little dazed, grabbing leaves and stuffing them into his mouth. Seeing this, Cecil quickly grabbed the boy's hand.

"You can't eat this."

The boy looked at Cecil with a puzzled expression, grinning from his round face: "But brother, I'm hungry."

Sehir frowned slightly. The child, covered in mud, was staring at him expectantly, his clean, dark brown eyes glistening with tears.

"Then you wait here, I'll go get it."

Sehir is terrible at dealing with children, and now he's at a loss.

The boy looked bewildered, and it took him a while to understand what Cecil had said. He then grinned, his voice chuckling.

Sehir glanced at the sun overhead, turned around and went back into the room, went around to the kitchen, and grabbed some soft bread if he could find it.

The milk was placed on a high shelf, and it took Cecil a long time to reach it. He was afraid of taking too long, so he almost always ran when he went out.

"Brother!" As soon as he saw Cecil come out, the boy who was squatting on the ground quickly got up and rushed towards Cecil with his muddy hands.

Cecil paused, took a step back, and brought the food in his hand to the front. But just as he squatted down, the sound of a carriage suddenly rang out in front of him.

Sehir tried to get up, but the boy grabbed his clothes, revealing a large area of his collar.

"Brother, play with me!" The boy clung tightly to Cecil's clothes, not letting Cecil leave.

My heart was pounding against my brain like a hammer, and even breathing felt like my throat was choked with pain.

"Let me go!"

Sahir's voice trembled as he spoke, watching the person getting closer and closer. The next second, Sahir instinctively hid what he was holding behind his back.

But this didn't make the boy leave; instead, he became even more aggressive, climbing onto Sehir and reaching for the food behind him.

"Why did you come out, young master?"

Isri remained expressionless, his voice flat as if nothing had happened.

Sehir opened his mouth but couldn't speak. Isri stood before him, seemingly blocking out the sun overhead.

Isri glanced at the child clinging to Sehir, his eyes twitching slightly. He reached out and grabbed the boy by the collar, pulling him off Sehir.

"Young master, give me the things."

Isri stretched out his hand, and Sehir swallowed hard, instinctively handing the bread to Isri.

Having given up, Isri turned to leave, but seeing the boy wolfing down bread in Isri's arms, Ceshir suddenly spoke up instinctively.

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A note from the author:

Saying my writing is awkward or immature is my own problem; I will learn and revise. But I don't understand why you would accuse me of plagiarism for no reason.

There's no need to plagiarize Black Butler. I'd rather write fanfiction. Since you're going to talk about color palettes, I don't mind. Just make it up quickly, and it'll be clear whether it's plagiarized or not.

It's over a hundred chapters, and so many people are reading it. Why hasn't anyone said anything negative? There's no need to be sarcastic and say I'm not good enough. I've been on the bestseller list before. This is my level, and I know it myself. I write for what I like. If you like it, read it; if not, just move on.

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Thank you so much for your support after reading this far.

Chapter 102

“Isri!” Sehir stepped forward, his voice slightly hoarse from suppressing his emotions.

Isri stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Sehir. The child in his arms had already stuffed the whole piece of bread into his mouth, choking and tears welling up in his eyes.

Sehir's heart palpitations grew stronger, and he tried to meet Isri's gaze, his body frozen in place.

“I agree to your request. Let him go,” Cecil said, exhaling.

It seemed that because I said it out loud, the feeling of palpitation in my heart lessened considerably.

Isri raised an eyebrow slightly, tilted his head to look at Ceshir, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his lips: "What are your requests, young master?"

Sehir clenched his fists tightly, a hint of shyness flashing in his eyes. He turned his head away and said in a softer voice, "I promise you... I'll do it, and you'll let him go."

The person in front of him chuckled, put the boy back on the ground, and handed him a bottle of milk. Instantly, the boy stood there like he had seen a treasure, hugging the milk and grinning foolishly.

Isri walked up to Ceshir, squatted down, and twirled a strand of hair behind his ear around his fingertip. His expression softened, but his words were as cold as ice.

"Young master, wait for me to come back."

As he spoke, he turned around, picked the boy up again, and walked out. Ceshir watched Isri's back, his once calm heart now like a bottle of wine with its cork suddenly pulled out.

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