Courtyard roses bloom and fall.

He walked through the flowers, took only the prettiest and brightest one, and placed it on the chair closest to him at the table.

It's still a one-person lunch, with the faint fragrance of flowers, the cold air, and the sunlight shining in from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He lowered his eyes and stretched out his palm to catch the light, and the mottled golden shadow fell on the palm of his hand like a fragile butterfly, and suddenly, the face of the blonde girl appeared in his mind again.

In her memory, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her blue eyes reflected his whole person.

Bright and dewy strawberries lay quietly on his white porcelain plate, he didn't need to eat, he knew it himself.

The world is not normal, and he is not normal, perhaps, he is no different from the "monster" in the mouth of those annoying uninvited guests.

Day and night alternated, but he couldn't feel any time passing, was he living in this manor for an endless time, or was he repeating the same three days for an endless time?

It doesn't matter, anyway, after three days, everything will start again.

It doesn't matter if you meet someone, whether it's yourself, or in that room.

He shouldn't have left any memory, but his whole heart remembered that face deeply in his bones.

Fragile, tough, good-looking, cute. Patches of afterimages were painted as the hem of the man's skirt fluttering to the sound of the violin with his hand, and also softly turned into lip prints that had fallen on his face.

I don't know when it became an obsession.

He was paranoid about not allowing anyone to enter the room where she had lived, and he even walked his servants around the manor and told them to strangle anyone who was not hers.

Maybe before, he didn't mind that he was just a boring monster, but now, at least he had the desire to want.

Even if he knew more or less that she would never come back, but even with that pitiful memory, he seemed to be able to paralyze himself to spend those endless lonely years.

Speaking of which, I dreamed of her last night.

She dreamed that in the dark corridor, the sea could be seen from the small window on her side, and she watched with a surprised look on his face as he arrived with his sword.

How could he not want to hug her, but he also knew in his heart that this dream had a time limit.

Before time runs out, kill those who try to hurt her.

Obviously, he was already so fast, and he didn't hesitate to swing the long sword, but after dealing with that annoying woman, there was still not enough time to talk to her.

He wanted to reach out and touch her face and tell her to come back early.

But where to go back?

How could he be willing to let her stay with him in this prison that she couldn't get out of for the rest of her life.

In the moment before dissipating, he saw tears in her eyes.

The distress was dense, as it was outside the door of the room that day, and it came to my heart again.

What are you crying about? Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here, don't be afraid.

You see, even in my dreams, I will protect you.

Even if you become a little doll, I will recognize you at first sight.

Retracting his thoughts, the blue-haired boy touched the scabbard on his side and walked to the room on the third floor, and every three days those two ugly things would be refreshed again, and in the boring time, only by killing them repeatedly could he bring a sense of existence to himself.

It was the wind that lifted the curtain.

He put his sword into the sheath, and when he looked up, he saw the blonde girl sitting in the shadow of the moon with the hem of her skirt in one hand and the window frame in the other.

Whether it was falsehood, or conjecture, he didn't know.

She was as light as a butterfly, jumping from the window and throwing herself into his arms, the warmth of which was so real that it made people feel trance.

The stiff hand did not dare to clasp it, and did not dare to put it on her waist, for fear that if she touched it, it would disperse into a lonely wind.

The girl in her arms looked up, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and her blue eyes were clear, just like back then.

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