Sickness makes the mind weak and uneasy.

Mo Shi sighed softly and put his hand on Dia's futon.

"You'll be all right, miss. ”

Mo Shi glanced at the staff he was leaning on the bedside table, and the blue bird did not light up, indicating that it was not tuberculosis (Mo Shi had discussed with it before entering the room, if tuberculosis was scanned, it would flash a faint light), and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a pity that the "Intermediate Healing" in the "Otherness" spell has not been unlocked, and the Blue Bird can't directly heal Deya.

"It's just inflammation caused by the cold," Mo Shi reassured, "I'll cure you." ”

"I was so hot that it was as if someone had burned my forehead with a soldering iron, but frozen my hands and feet. "Dia now seems to be a lonely girl, not a beautiful lady who moves between king and queen," I also had a fever in the year my mother died, and they all said I almost died then, this time...... This time......"

A cough interrupted her whispering.

Mo Shi tried to find some water for Diya to drink, but she suddenly grabbed her wrist. Dia's hand was unexpectedly powerful, and her red eyes stared at him wide, almost startling Mo Shi. He had no choice but to sit down again.

Dia is a snowwalker who, despite being a young woman, is more powerful than Moshi.

Mo Shi is now somewhat accustomed to the fact that he is an underdog below average, and he always reminds himself of this when he does things.

But at this moment, Dia's sudden strength was more like she was trying to grasp something because of emotional turmoil.

"Mr. Mo Shi, they say that you are an ascetic, an apprentice favored by the saint Lord An, and they also say that you have seen God before!" she looked at him, Mo Shi couldn't smell her emotions, but he didn't have to judge by smelling, "I think, maybe you can make a deathbed confession for me, maybe you will be willing to write your last words for me?"

Dia began to call him "you".

Mo Shi suddenly thought of opal and zirconium. Sometimes he couldn't help but want to lift Mo Shi to an extremely high position. Mo Shi knew it was because of his own fault.

Obviously, the rumors he had spread had already affected Dia Firesparrow's opinion of him.

"Miss," he said, holding the hand that Dia was holding him tightly with his other hand, "it's far from time to talk about confessions and last words, calm down." I'll prescribe some medicine for you in a while, and you'll feel much better. ”

Dia's hand rubbed upward. When Mo Shi subconsciously held her with two bracelets, she seemed to be satisfied, relieved a little, and her fingers were slightly out of strength.

This was indeed the first time that Mo Shi had seen softness and childishness in Diya.

His heart became easy to touch because of this.

Mo Shi pursed a smile and worry at the corners of his mouth: "But if you want to talk about something, I'd love to hear it." 'Worry brings sickness', maybe you have something on your mind. ”

Diya blinked slowly.

Her hand loosened, and when she realized it was loose, she clenched it again, her nails grabbing Moshi's glove.

But she seemed to have somewhat calmed down.

She even joked, and her voice returned from high and sharp to weak and hoarse: "Are you Mr. Mo Shi, or a doctor?"

"I'm your doctor now, miss. Mo Shi replied.

"But you still want to be my confessor priest. ”

"If I'm lucky. ”

“...... I do have something to say to someone," said Dia, whose expression darkened, "and when Diffindor returned, Raven brought his father's letter. ”

Dia's words slowly became coherent, which of course was a good sign.

At the same time, however, her emotions became turbulent again.

"I know! I shouldn't have told my father. She said hatefully, and spread this resentment to Mo Shi, "But after talking to you that day, I thought I had set a goal and knew what I had to do, so I wrote to my father. I'm in a hurry to prove myself useful......"

She coughed.

Then she coughed and said, "No! I just want him to know that my value is not limited to marrying the Crow family, marrying that ten-year-old fiancé." I'm just not willing to accept my own worth...... I feel so unwilling, I always feel unwilling, but ...... Why? Ah, your hands, deformed, weird...... Beautiful. ”

Her attention was distracted by the heat again, and she looked at Mo Shi's hand stupidly.

She had clung to the Moshi so tightly that the tips of her well-maintained nails almost pierced the leather gloves.

She was like a drunken person, like a dreamer.

"It's not time to say you're unwilling, miss. "Don't talk about it, it's the domain of the wise, but it's also a place of instability that drives people mad.

Diya shuddered.

"It's because Miss Selene of the Autumn Crow family entered the palace. Did she make the king happy?"

Mo Shi has heard about it.

However, the more obvious change for him was the arrival of the Crow's retainer Levi Fei, who also entered the court, and through a letter of recommendation written by the Marquis of Crow, the king promised him a position.

There is no "festival" between Levi Fei and Moshi......

"Should I have relented and given myself to him sooner, Mr. Moshi?" asked Dia.

Mo Shi came back to his senses.

"I should have married Manka before Diffonor and Dino married the princess, didn't I? Diya spoke in a tone that bordered on pleading, as if begging for someone's forgiveness.

Mo Shi understood a little.

But if we really want to talk about it, this question involves very specific event information and inner analysis, which is not something that can be done now. Dia needs to rest.

"It's not too late, Miss Dia. Get some sleep and everything will be fine. ”

"I don't dare to say to anyone how I could be so stupid. If you talk to someone, they will laugh, no one here is my friend, I don't have friends...... I didn't dare to say to Lina, how could I mention marriage, love, and night in front of her......? It was as if I had betrayed her. ”

Ah, I see. Mo Shi finally understood.

An eternal thorn.

Forever, Forever......

That's not a shadow that will be worn away by time.

"Miss Dia, would you like to see the little flame dance?" asked Mo Shi.

"What?"

Moshi pulled out his hand, and Deya lunged at it to get him back on it. Her petticoat was loose, exposing her shoulders and collarbones, and the cold brought her back to her senses a little, and she lay back under Moshi's condemning gaze, slowly pulling the quilt on.

"Look at something beautiful and dream something beautiful. ”

Mo Shi reached out and picked up the candlestick at the head of the bed.

He took off his gloves and placed his five fingers near the flames.

The incantations of human language are like vague songs to the ears of snowwalkers.

With that soft song, the flame turns into a swirling soft little figure, each with its own rhythm and posture, and at the same time performing together. Moshi is very good at making these things. Mo Shi's former mentor said that if Mo Shi didn't like to read so much, he would be an excellent magic artist.

But Moshi could not have known better that beauty is something more fleeting and painful than time.

Beauty brings high and ephemeral pleasures.

So it must not be too beautiful.

A little beauty is enough, like these flames.

Dia looked at them, amused by the upside-down dance of the funny villain, and then when Mo Shi withdrew her fingers, the flame became bright and slender again, and she looked at Mo Shi and smiled, as if she had returned to her childhood.