Isri spoke softly, his head bowed as he fed the third dose of medicine, his pale fingertips gripping his sleeve tightly. Isri stopped looking at the person in front of him and slowly patted Ceshir's back.
Isri raised his head, and his pale lips finally softened somewhat.
Chapter 110
Looking at the person lying on the bed, Isri opened his mouth but didn't say anything. Right now, the last person Sehir wanted to see was himself.
Islam stood by the window for a long time, until the rain stopped and the sun came out. Then Islam turned around, closed the door, and went out.
This time, Cecil slept for a full day and a half before waking up, but after opening his eyes for only two seconds, he fell asleep again.
He didn't want to move or think; lying down seemed to be the best option for him.
When Isri came in that night, the person on the bed was still motionless. Isri tightened his grip and knelt down beside the bed.
Sehir's hands were very cold, like holding a block of ice. Isri lowered his head and touched his fingertips, then took out a hot towel from behind him and gently wiped them.
The fever had almost subsided, but her body was still very cold. When Isri was halfway through wiping her body, he touched his own hand to hers, and it felt like an icy spike piercing his palm.
Those slender legs have lost their former fleshy beauty; now they are covered in scars, and even the iron shackles from long ago still leave marks on their ankles.
When he touched the knee, Isri stopped and dared not move any further, for fear that another bruise would appear on his body in the next second.
Isri placed the towel behind his back, stood up, and covered Sehir with the blanket.
Her breathing was very shallow; you couldn't even hear it unless you listened carefully. She had heavy dark circles under her eyes, and she looked like a piece of torn paper that had barely managed to stick together.
Isri leaned down and gently stroked Cesil's cheek with his thumb, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, but the movement seemed a bit too forceful, causing the person on the bed to frown slightly.
Islam was startled and quickly moved his hand away, standing to the side somewhat at a loss.
When Sesil woke up again, it was almost noon the next day. As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard a resistance from his stomach. Sesil tried to move his fingers, but they were still a little dry.
This was the first time he had ever been so sleepy. The pain in his body was a little better than a few days ago. Sehir propped himself up and sat up in bed, but within a minute, his eyes started to drowsy again.
"squeak--"
The sound of the door opening startled Cecil; his eyes, which were about to close, snapped open as he looked at the person standing in the doorway.
Islam slowly pushed the food cart to Sehir and handed him a towel and a glass of water.
"There's a circus performance at the market today, young master. Would you like to go?" Isri asked, glancing outside.
He didn't know why he was saying this, but now he wanted to hear Cecil's voice, even if it was cursing him.
After that night, everything changed. Cecil was so far away from him. He tried his best, but in the end, he only pushed her further away.
Sehir paused, looked up to meet Isri's gaze, and after a long while, weakly asked, "You... want me to go?"
Isri was taken aback by the sudden question and didn't know how to answer Sehir's question for a long time.
Sehir glanced at Isri, then looked away, his eyes darkening. "No, I want to rest."
After a long silence, Islam finally managed to squeeze out a single word: "Okay."
Isri placed the lunch in front of Sehir, remaining silent. His unchanging expression continued to throb in Isri's heart.
Because his head was lowered so much, the hair hanging by his ears also fell down. Isri noticed it first and bent down to try to tuck the hair back behind his ears.
Suddenly, Sehir raised his head and looked at Isri, whose hand froze in mid-air.
"I haven't recovered yet."
Isri looked at Sehir with a puzzled expression after hearing such a seemingly random statement.
Cecil placed his fork on the plate, leaned back, pulled open his collar, and tilted his head back to face Isri.
"I haven't recovered yet, so I can't do it right now. If you don't mind if I die, then do as you please."
Isri withdrew his hand, clenching it tightly, his eyes twitching slightly. The next second, he stepped forward and pulled Ceshir into his arms, his breathing somewhat unsteady.
"Young Master, is this how you see me now?"
Suddenly, a hint of fear flashed in Cecil's eyes, but he suppressed it with calmness and pulled his collar down a little further, revealing his disheveled state.
“What do you think?” Sehir asked Isri, enunciating each word clearly.
Isri was trembling all over, and finally raised his hand and punched Sehir hard in the ear, then lowered his head.
"sorry……"
After saying that, she turned around, closed the door, and walked out, heading straight for her bedroom. She then locked herself in the bathroom and slid down to sit on the floor.
He's gone mad! He's gone mad! What on earth did he do from beginning to end?!
He didn't want Sehir to be like this, but now Sehir is like this, isn't it all his own doing?
Isri buried his head in his arms, clutching his hair with both hands. He dared not look at Ceshir's face, nor at his eyes, which were now so dark that no light could be seen.
Even if there were anger and resentment in those eyes... it would still be a million times better than it is now.
Sehir leaned against the bed, shifted his body, put the plate back on the food cart, and tidied up the shelf, taking it off the bed and placing it on the floor.
The weather outside turned gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain again. Sehir sighed and burrowed back into the covers.
This seems rather pointless...
Feeling sleepy, Sehir curled up even tighter. Soon the sky outside darkened, and then a torrential downpour ripped through the glass.
Things have been relatively peaceful these past few days, and there are a few more bouquets of fresh flowers in the room. It seems that Isri is trying to salvage everything.
But isn't it a little too late? Even if it were a little earlier, just a little earlier... maybe things wouldn't be like this now.
Sehir rolled over, lying flat and staring at the gray ceiling. The sound of raindrops outside grew louder, and he felt as if a stone was hanging over his heart, making it hard to breathe.
If he just disappears like this... how would Isri react?
Fear? Worry? Or perhaps... going crazy?
Sehir smirked and raised his arm to look at the ring on his hand.
The black and gold roses wrapped around it seemed to tighten even more, as if they wanted to completely constrict the silver rings below into their bodies.
Lightning illuminated the entire room, and the tree branches outside the window were projected onto the bed like a giant black claw.
How long will these days last...? Everything seems to be piling up before my eyes without end.
They are mocking their own incompetence.
I'm so sleepy, I can't keep my eyes open, even though it's still early.
Sehir struggled to open his eyes, only to close them again the next second.
Is it necessary to stay awake so diligently?
Chapter 112
When Isri returned to the room, Sehir had already fallen asleep, with the blankets half-open and not yet pulled up.
Seeing the person on the bed rising and falling with each breath, Isri was about to reach out his hand, but froze in mid-air for a second. In the end, he pulled the edge of the blanket over Ceshir.
Since becoming lethargic, Sesil has spoken even less than before, and he no longer even utters a simple "hmm."
It's been raining heavily these past few days, making the whole house a bit damp, and the fireplace, which hadn't been lit for a long time, has been reignited.
Having slept for several days, Isri finally seized the opportunity when Cesil was awake and went up to ask.
What do you want to eat today?
Cecil looked up, somewhat bewildered, his eyelids fluttering. It took him a long time to recover from his sleepiness before he finally spoke: "Whatever."
Isri looked at Sehir without saying anything, nodded, and prepared to close the door and leave.
“Wait…” Sehir finally called out to Isri.
A glint flashed in Isri's eyes as he walked up to Ceshir: "Is there something you need, young master?"
Sesil glanced in the direction of the bathroom, then parted his lips and said, "Take me to take a shower."
Isri was about to step forward and put his arm around Ceshir's leg, but halfway through the movement, Isri stopped in his tracks, his face tense, looking somewhat at a loss.
"Hold me." Cecil looked up and uttered two words.
Upon receiving the instructions, Isri hurriedly stepped forward, looking somewhat anxious, but his movements were extremely gentle.
The countertop was still the same, and the mirror in front of her was still very clean. Isri was adjusting the hot water, and the quiet bathroom seemed to make her heart beat faster.
Sehir looked at the person in the mirror, tilted his head, and his voice cut through the nerves in his brain like a sharp blade in the empty bathroom.
"Isri...can you still bring yourself to hurt me like this?"
Immediately, the object in Isri's hand fell to the ground, making a clinking sound like porcelain.
Sesil turned his head and chuckled in a low voice: "This is the first time you've been so reckless."
"I'm sorry... young master." Isri bowed his head and quickly picked up the things on the ground.
"Would you like to wash yourself, young master?" Isri asked, putting down what he was holding.
"No, you help me."
"good."
Isri's brow twitched slightly, and he pulled his sleeve up a little more. When he touched Sehir, Isri trembled even more than Sehir.
Hot water washed over his body, the ripples covering the unsightly bruises and concealing the source of all these crimes.
Instead of leaning against the bathtub, Sehir leaned against Isri's arm, following the momentum.
Isri's movements stiffened subconsciously for a moment, but he quickly recovered and straightened his back as he slowly scooped hot water onto Cesil's body.
Within minutes, his back was already damp with a fine sheen of sweat. At first, Ceshir kept his eyes half-open, looking at Isri, but after a few seconds, his eyes began to droop and he started to doze off again.
"Young Master, what would you like to eat later?" Isri asked, his head bowed.
Seeing that Cecil did not react, I looked up and saw that he had fallen asleep on my arm.
Caught off guard, he naturally fell asleep. Isri's heart skipped a beat, and he gently wet Cesil's hair with hot water.
By the end, Sehir was fast asleep, his head resting on his shoulder, breathing evenly.
The rain outside has been falling for a day and a night, and it still hasn't stopped.
Isri added another blanket for Sehir, stood by the bed for a long time before reluctantly closing the door and leaving.