Isri unconsciously bit her lower lip, and with great difficulty she managed to prop herself up in an arc, but her hand slipped and she fell back down.
"Ugh..." A pained cry came from below, and her breathing became rapid.
Ceshir's expression remained unchanged. He bent down and slipped his arm through Isri's crook, then began to exert force.
Islam didn't dare to delay and quickly followed Ceshir's lead to begin moving as well.
"Drink some water." Sehir helped Isri lean against the bed and handed Isri the water from the table to his lips.
“Young Master…I…” Isri looked up to meet Cesil’s gaze, glanced at him, and then lowered his head again: “I…can’t lift my arm…”
Isri's voice was very soft, like a child who had done something wrong and was too ashamed to admit it. Ceshir looked at Isri's ear tips, which were starting to turn red, and a smile appeared on his lips.
"Open your mouth."
With just those two simple words, Isri's ears turned bright red in an instant. After struggling for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and placed his lips on the rim of the cup.
Sehir tilted his head to watch Isri's Adam's apple slowly bobbing on his neck, somewhat amused. He waited until the water level dropped to half before opening his mouth again.
"Are you still interested in my body now, in this state?"
Suddenly, a violent coughing fit came from the room. The physical reaction made his eyes turn red. Then, Isri raised his head and met Ceshir's gaze.
His voice was somewhat restrained: "Young Master... I... didn't..."
A hint of amusement flashed in Cecil's eyes. He placed the cup on the bedside table, took a step forward, met Isri's gaze again, and spoke in a softer tone than before.
"Is it not available now, or will it not be available in the future?"
Isri stared wide-eyed at Sehir in disbelief, his phoenix eyes holding all the emotions of his life, and he seemed completely at a loss.
"Young Master...I..." Isri swallowed hard. "I..."
After trying for a long time, Isri couldn't utter a single complete sentence, but his ears were practically burning with frustration.
Sehir glanced at the stool behind him, sat down, and said in his usual calm voice, "Alright, let's get down to business."
Isri paused, as if he had been doused with cold water, and turned to look at Sehir.
“What?” Islam asked.
"Why did you hide what happened back then from me?" Cecil's gaze hardened.
"Wh...what's going on?" Isri had probably guessed about 30-40% of what was going on, and glanced away again.
“The Queen is dead. I will listen to what you have to say.” Cecil rested his arms on the table, his head gently resting on it.
Isri's pupils contracted slightly, and he lowered his head: "Back then, it was my master who begged the Queen to keep you here, and it was also my master who personally handed you over to me."
“That’s not the question I asked you.” Sehir said, sounding a little annoyed, his brow furrowed slightly.
Isri hesitated for a moment, twisting the blanket between his fingertips, his lips slightly parted: "I just don't want you, young master, to live in revenge."
Cecil found it somewhat amusing, straightened up, and said with a hint of indignation in his voice, "So, you're just going to let me live like a fool, under her control all day long?"
"No, I just wanted you to..."
Isri's gaze fell on the wound on Ceshir's wrist, and he choked up, unable to speak. He wanted Ceshir to live a peaceful and happy life, as if in the end, he was the one who had ruined everything.
"What do you want me to do?" Cecil chuckled. "You want me to always act like a fool, happily and obsequiously serving my enemy?"
As Islam listened, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by a dozen burly men. Suddenly, he looked up sharply at Ceshir, ready to accept whatever mockery or ridicule followed.
"I just want you to live in peace, not to have your life consumed by revenge."
Isri practically shouted these words; his erratic breathing and the trembling of his shoulders were clearly visible. Isri closed his eyes, waiting for Ceshir's voice.
But after waiting for a long time, the imagined voice did not come down. It was only after a long time that Isri raised his head.
Those deep blue eyes looked at him as if they were taking him into the deep sea. After a long while, Cecil's lips parted.
"I hope you will keep your word."
Chapter 128
Once again, Sehir's answer stunned Isri. His eyes seemed to hold a calm gaze, as if he had never been blamed.
“I… will.” Isri whispered, then loosened his clenched hands and looked up to meet Cesil’s eyes again.
"I will, young master."
Isri's eyes hardened; he seemed to have never looked at Ceshir's original appearance so closely before.
Cecil's appearance was impeccable. Her fair and smooth face looked as if it had been gently polished by warm water, and her slightly upturned eyes exuded an indescribable sexiness.
The white shirt hugged her slender figure, and the curve of her neck was perfectly outlined at the bottom of her eyes. It was simple yet luxurious, like the noble air of a prince deep in a castle.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Sehir felt a little flustered by the stare.
Isri paused for a moment, then quickly looked away and said truthfully, "Young Master... is very beautiful."
Cecil chuckled softly, his eyes slightly upturned, and stood up from the stool.
"Now you feel ashamed?" Seychelles paused. "Go recover from your injury. Call me if you need anything."
Watching Ceshir walk away, a hint of loneliness flashed in Isri's eyes, but it was more like the melancholy of surviving a disaster.
His young master, Cecil, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, had changed a lot.
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Because of his good constitution, Isri recovered quickly. Just three days later, Isri was already able to do some simple housework.
Life seemed to have returned to normal, and everything seemed to be just beginning, except that Cecil still spoke very little, and his smile remained absent.
"Isri!"
Suddenly a loud noise came from behind him, and Islam was startled and quickly turned around.
"What is it, young master?"
Sehir looked at Isri with some confusion, glanced behind him, and asked, "What are you spacing out about?"
Following the gaze, Isri turned around and saw that the ground was covered with water he had spilled.
Islam was startled and quickly put down the water bottle in his hand, grabbed a dry cloth, and squatted down to wipe it.
"What are you thinking about?" Ceshir did not leave; instead, he stood aside and looked at Isri.
Isri was about to say something when Ceshir immediately spoke up.
I want to hear the truth.
Isri paused, looking up at Ceshir, whose face remained expressionless.
Isri's eyes darkened, and he opened his mouth: "I'm thinking about tomorrow's weather. Will the young master believe me?"
"I believe you," Cecil answered without hesitation. "But what if I said I didn't believe you? How would you answer me then?"
A glint of light flashed in Isri's eyes, but it quickly dimmed again.
“I…don’t know.” Isri lowered his head, and after a long while, he slowly opened his mouth: “At least, the young master believed me, didn’t he?”
Isri looked rather pitiful, which made Sehir feel a strange sense of revulsion.
"What are you doing now? Begging for my forgiveness? Or trying to make up for what happened before?"
Sehir's voice suddenly turned cold, as if he were scrutinizing the person in front of him.
All signs indicate that Isri is now too cautious, even his speech is stammering.
Sehir, who already disliked this class system, now saw this situation manifest itself vividly in Isri.
“I…” Isri frowned slightly, the words that Cesil had guessed stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.
Sehir twitched his brow twice and walked up to Isri: "Look up at me."
Following Ceshir's voice, Isri raised his stiff head.
"Do you know what I dislike most about you?" Cesil looked into Isri's eyes and opened his mouth: "You're a timid, subservient person who dares to do things but not admit them, and you constantly run away from reality."
Islam's eyes flashed with restraint, the air blocked out by the barrier as if to strangle the poor people inside.
He tried to lower his head, but heard Cecil's commanding tone from above.
"Don't even think about lowering your head and looking at me."
Those deep blue eyes, devoid of any emotion, scrutinized the prisoner before them like a judge.
Cecil blocked the light streaming in from the window, his lips pausing slightly before parting.
"You should understand that we can't go back to the way things were before, and you should also know who destroyed the past."
Isri's heart was beating slowly, yet it was like a heavy hammer, pounding against his fragile nerves again and again.
"Just do your job well, and time will wash away all the unpleasantness."
Sehir said these words as if relieved, which was the first serious conversation the two had had since they met.
Every word that Cesil uttered told Isrith that he no longer wanted to recall it.
When Sehir reached the top of the stairs and looked back at Isri, he was still motionless, his knees seemingly glued to the ground.
"Get up, I don't need you to kneel like this." Cecil gently opened his mouth and stepped onto the first step.
The water stains on the ground had been wiped dry. Isri slowly got up, feeling unsteady as if his legs were not receiving enough blood.
Islam turned to the side, looked up at the empty corridor on the second floor, and his eyes twitched slightly.
Before the things on the table could be tidied up, footsteps sounded again from the second floor. Isri looked up at the sound.
Cecil, who had just returned to his room, rushed out of bed before even getting into bed.
"Aren't you going to change the dressing?" Sehir stood on the second floor, and he could still vaguely see the gauze on Isri's chest through his collar.
Isri was also stunned for a moment, forgetting about the matter. Just as he was about to open his mouth to answer, a loud knocking came from behind him on the door.
Sehir and Isri frowned slightly in unison, and their breathing became lighter.
Isri put the cloth aside and went to the door.
"who?"
The person outside gritted his teeth in anger and roared, "It's me!"
Hearing the sound, Islam relaxed his brow, reached out and opened the door a crack. Just as he was about to pull it open, the person outside suddenly pushed it open.