Chapter 18: The Original Owner?

Sitting on a garden bench, Emily finally explained it to Fiona, looking at Fiona's complicated expression and sighing slightly.

"That's ......"

Fiona lowered her cheeks and thought for a while, then looked sideways at the person who was looking at the "flower" to divert attention, hooked her lips and smiled casually: "If you like it, go after it!" If you can't catch it, you will be tied to "stroke"! It's a big deal, I'll help you, don't dare to do it, how can you like her? ”

"That's right...... But ......"

Emily bit her lower lip and wrung the hem of her gloved hand: "If you are hated...... What to do......"

Fiona started to talk nonsense with her in a serious way......

……

In the end, Emily still didn't listen, and Fiona looked sorry.

This is a difficult task...... 〗

If it were simple, you would have gone back sooner. 〗

Fiona clutched her chest and spread out on the bench, Emily had already gone back to her room, and she was the only one in the garden.

"Hey......"

With a deep sigh and a sudden sleepiness, Fiona rubbed her eyes and stood up to go back to her room, but fell asleep.

……

When I woke up, I felt as if there was someone around me, and when I turned my head, a girl was lying on the edge of the bed, her quiet sleeping face seemed to be more quiet, the pale yellow halo gently shone on her, the fluff on her face seemed to be visible, the light yellow hair was close to her cheeks, and there was a trace of suspicious transparent liquid hanging from the corner of her mouth.

It seems to be asleep, and the eyelashes behind the glasses are long, so if the glasses are not pushed farther, it is estimated that they will be bumped into, right?

The girl next to the bed was dressed in dark blue, looking like a school uniform or something, with baby fat cheeks that looked very cute, Fiona lowered her breathing, for fear of waking her, and just wanted to help her to bed, she caught a glimpse of her still clutching a stick in her hand, listening to them...... Seems to be called a blind cane?

Fiona lowered her head in thought, gently pushing her awake, her voice soft, gentle, long eyelashes casting a shadow on her eyelids, and her coffee-colored pupils were full of tenderness.

"It's uncomfortable to sleep here, you're going to catch a cold, get up and sleep in bed~"

She said.

Helena opened her eyes a little confused with some sleepiness, the world in her eyes was still gray, she saw some outlines clearly, recognized that the voice was Fiona's, waved her hand, and her voice was as small as ever: "No need...... It's good that you're awake, I'm going to the game......"

Fiona was stunned, and subconsciously opened her mouth and said, "Ah...... Then you go first......"

Helena nodded, tapped her cane on the ground, touched her fingers against the wall, and walked out holding on to it.

Fiona watched the other party walk out, her eyes down and thinking about the emotions that had just burst out, sorting out the emotions that were a little messy in her mind.

Emily has someone she likes...... In other words, the task has been decided...... The first pair is them...... 〗

Helena looked a little off, and she just wanted her to stay...... Who is it for? 〗

Just as Fiona was thinking, a familiar, cold mechanical voice came from the depths of her mind.

This is the sentiment of the original owner, and it has now been cleaned up. 〗

Fiona's eyes flashed with light, and she hesitated for a moment, but still asked the question.

Where did the original owner go? 〗

Didn't Miss Dale tell you? She's dead. 〗

〖…… How did he die? 〗

The system paused suspiciously and continued to answer.

As I said before, I hit my head on the stone inside the gate and died. 〗

Fiona frowned and nodded, but she didn't believe it in her heart.

How could a priest die a hasty death?