The sunlight shone in through the cracked window, and the mandala lying on the ground stretched out her hand to block it, and the cold morning wind quietly blew in, and she tightened the quilt again. Eventually, the sun grew stronger, and she finally lost her sleepiness.

Get up and buy breakfast, Mandala thought to himself, living in someone else's house, you have to do this kind of work. Somehow, she suddenly heard the voice of Si Suo from outside the door.

Mandala scratched her hair and stood up from the warm quilt.

Opening the door, Suosuo's voice became clear, and she rubbed her eyes to see the scene in front of her.

In the center of the lobby of the main building, a figure in a blue hat sat there, seemingly carving wood with an awl.

Is this "mild"? Presumably, the "violent" and "cruel" would not be in the mood to do such a boring thing in the morning, she thought to herself. Thinking so, she took a few slow steps forward. "What are you doing?" she asked, "with my help?"

The figure in the blue hat ignored her, she stood behind him and said, "If you don't need help, I'll go out and buy breakfast!"

"Please come back, beautiful girl. Suddenly, a poetic voice sounded.

Beautiful girl?What is this called?Mandala froze in front of the door, "You?are you alright......" Mandala watched him slowly stand up and walk towards her.

That graceful step, like a noble nobleman

And what he is holding in his hand is a "rose"?

Yes, Mandala was sure, it was a rose, but it was a delicate rose carved out of wood! Could it be that he had carved roses out of the discarded wood in this room this morning?" Mandala took a step back unconsciously.

Five steps away, I saw him looking at her with affectionate eyes, with a gentle and polite smile on the corner of his mouth, and when he saw this, Mandala immediately lowered his head.

He walked slowly in the morning light, as if a troubadour were reciting his proudest work, or as if the deepest singer in the opera house was singing the most soothing love songs, and he murmured in a low voice: "I hear the sound of sleep, from day and darkness, calling out to the purest and most elegant souls in the words of loneliness." Constantly singing and moaning, and mourning alone. Finally the morning light will fall on your face, and I believe in myself, I have fallen in love with you. By the time he finished his last sentence in a shallow voice, he was already in front of the mandala. He held the intricately carved rose in front of her, a poetic smile on the corner of his mouth.

Soul...... Mourning...... Fall in love with me?!

In an instant, Mandala was stunned, and she was stunned. By the time she heard the magnetic voice, her brain went blank. It was a long time before she dared to raise her head slowly, but she didn't dare to look at his face.

What is this doing? Is it a confession to yourself?

This wooden rose is so exquisite! It must have taken hours to carve it like this, right?

Did he get up before dawn and come here to carve a wooden rose for himself?

She didn't dare to look at his face, let alone look at his pupils, she simply lowered her head, and was stunned there.

At this time, Mandala, who had been crisscrossing the flower building for several years, turned into a girl with a blushing face. But she told herself, don't be stupid, she is no longer a shy yellow flower girl;

But why did a rose carved out of wood make him blush? Was it because of his lame poetry? Although he could not understand it, his low, magnetic voice was really beautiful!

Why did his voice suddenly become so good? His face was so hot, and now his face must have turned red, so why didn't he dare to raise his head to look at him? Why did he say that he was in love with me? This was too hasty! When did it start? I couldn't be too happy, maybe this guy was making fun of himself! I didn't see many such scenes in the flower building? I should have sarcastically mocked him at this time, "I'm not rare in these things, I have the ability to carve a rose made of gold for me!"

But why don't you dare to speak now, what is this guy afraid of?

Suddenly, Mandala felt herself tremble a little, for she felt a large warm hand caress her face! It stimulates my sleeping heartbeat and keeps me entertained. Behold, these are angelic faces, coming to me from a distant kingdom of heaven through the world. I believe in myself, I'm already in love with you. ”

Feel a large warm hand rubbing against his face, then extending to the back, inserting fine hair. The mandala trembled, what was this feeling? She hadn't experienced it in years, and she remembered her first relationship, the simple and pure big boy, who had also given her this feeling.

Following his inner feelings, Mandala closed his eyes. But...... Everything suddenly disappeared, like an autumn wind blowing across his face, and then he turned and walked away.

She opened her eyes. Seeing that the figure in the blue hat had disappeared in front of his eyes. She couldn't help but look around, and finally found him in a corner.

What was he doing there? What had just happened? She looked at the figure suspiciously, and with an aftertaste, she touched her face, but she felt the burn scar. Suddenly, Mandala's face darkened.

Did he dislike his disfigurement?" she pursed her lips, and finally strode out of the main building, toward the outside of the lumberyard.

When the mandala was gone, the blue hat crouching in the corner began to murmur, "Why are you stopping me, Peake, I've just succeeded!" he said with annoyance, "Don't you know what it means for a girl to close her eyes? What a beautiful girl she is! What a pity! It's a pity that I improvised poetry!"

"Is this what you robbed my body to do?" was Peake's voice, "there are no doors, and I can't snatch you now, but I know you're going to get weak eventually." Peake remembered Squeak, and he remembered that Gluck had said that the undead could not stay outside for a long time, and that they had to return to the Tower of the Dead after a while, or they would slowly become weak.

"You little guy, what a disappointment!" Soros pouted.

At this moment, there was another sound of the door opening behind him. Soros immediately stood up and looked over with an affectionate face.

Carnation looked around sleepily, and then, in a daze, she watched as a figure slowly walked towards her.

"I hear the sound of sleep, from day and darkness, calling out to the purest and most elegant souls in the words of loneliness. Constantly singing and moaning, and mourning alone. Finally the morning light will fall on your face, and I believe in myself, I have fallen in love with you. He held out a hand and gently stroked the stray hair that was in her way. Then he pinched her fair and smooth face.

The sisters like to pinch their faces, saying that they have baby fat, and it is fun to pinch them. But...... Why did he make such an intimate gesture?

Was this a love poem that he had just recited? What an affectionate poem! It seemed to bring people into a dream.

Carnation looked up in confusion and saw a wooden rose.

Then, she looked through the roses and saw a pair of heterochromatic pupils—one dark blue, one light green.

Seeing this scene, Carnation couldn't help but be stunned.