In the dim light, the two men who stood one by one met each other's gaze for the first time, and the stagnant air was silent for a few seconds, falling into a kind of silence that was almost silent.

Echizen quietly looked at the completely strange man behind the table, whose face was perfectly delicate under the light, like an elegant aristocrat who had stepped down from a medieval oil painting. At this moment, he looked at the deep eyes that were slightly raised, squinted, and a trace of inexplicable thoughts crossed his heart for some reason.

"Sit down." Gently putting down the pen in his hand, Ansel behind the table raised his hand slightly, pointing to the sofa waiting for guests.

Pursing his lips, Echizen paused, still did not speak, only pressed the brim of his hat and walked to the sofa and sat down silently. Richard also knocked on the door and walked in, brought tea for Echizen, who had just sat down, and quietly withdrew with his eyes down.

"Echizen...... Ryoma. Anse Elmo tapped the complicated wrench on his thumb, his low voice sounded faintly, his lowered gaze was sideways, and the aura of the whole person was overwhelming. I heard that you want to see me. ”

Echizen looked over, and was facing the pair of unfathomable deep eyes. "What's the matter?"

"The man named Bai, tell me that he was entrusted by you to train me." Echizen's voice was still a little astringent, and he paused, but his gaze was as firm as ever. "He said your name, and I remember that the one who gave me a card with your name on it." "Did you ask her to send it? And why is it white? ”

Facing the eyes full of youthful spirit and inquiry, Ansel's eyes moved slightly, his hands crossed in front of his chest, and finally turned his body to face Echizen. "I sent the name post. Shiro's help to you is also instructed by me. And these,"

A low, violin-like voice resounded in the huge study, and Echizen looked at the man with a slight smile on his face that was almost indifferent, and he spat out incomprehensible words. "That's what I want you to see, my sincerity."

"What sincerity?" Frowning, Echizen moved his wrist and stared at the sitting man with an almost scrutinizing gaze.

Ansel tilted his head, his rubbing fingers stopped, and instead of looking at Echizen, his gaze fell on the few roses stuck in the bottle on the table. "Sakura, she likes you very much."

The topic suddenly changed, and Echizen was stunned when he heard the extremely affectionate title in Ansel's mouth, and his body stiffened.

"When she heard her mother talk about you that year, she secretly ran to see you, and when she came back, she told me that she thought you were very similar to her, and she liked you very much." Ansel hooked the corners of his lips, and his deep voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of indescribable emotion. "To this day, she still feels that you are very precious."

"For Sakura, it's a rarity." Smiling lightly, Ansel turned his gaze to Echizen with a calm, deep gaze. "So, I chose you."

Anse spoke slowly, barely concealed in his words. "My Sakura, I need a knight by my side to accompany her to where she wants to go in areas that I can't reach."

Under the dim light, the velvet brushed on half of Ansel's face, in light and darkness...... blurred the usual coldness and oppression. "You're a good fit, Echizen Ryoma."

"Yours?" Listening to the shallow but very aggressive affection in the words of the person, Echizen frowned unconsciously, and there was an inexplicable sense of blockage in his heart, he pursed his lips and stood up, raised his chin slightly, and his tone was unconsciously cold and hard. "Who are you, and in what capacity are you here to tell me this?"

"Huh." Seeing Echizen stand up, Ansel, who was still sitting as steady as a mountain, put his hand on his chin and smiled inexplicably. "Identity?"

He looked at the most beautiful rose on the table, the corners of his lips slightly hooked, and his voice lowered slightly. "I don't have to tell you."

Echizen looked at the man behind the table and glanced at it, his deep and unfathomable eyes swept over the faint green light, elegant and noble. "When you stand up agitated and question my identity,"

Echizen looked at Ansel, who spoke in a low voice, and although he was sitting, he revealed a sense of oppression that almost looked down on him between his breaths. "I'm no longer qualified to get my answer."

He looked him in the eye and heard the man speak word by word, in a low and low tone. "The answer, you should already have it in your heart."

Removing a rose from the bottle, Ansel looked at the standing at the table, looking inexplicably more forward, the movement of his hand did not pause, and he picked up the scissors to cut off the remaining thorns on the branch little by little.

"Sakura Sakura is someone I have held in my hand and loved and loved for many years." He pruned the rose, his eyebrows lowered, and there was a vague tenderness. "She's the brightest rose in my palm, and I look forward to her doing whatever she wants."

"You like her, too, like the kind of person who sees me as an opponent...... Scold. With a "click", Ansel cut off the tiny, sharp thorns one by one, carelessly and calmly. Well, you don't have to look at me, you just have to look at her well. ”

"She's going to the top, and you're going to catch up with her." "She's going farthest, and you're with her."

Echizen curled up his fingers at his side, the corners of his lips straightened as if he was a little inexplicably heavy at the moment, he looked at the elegant and calm man in front of him, as if he had everything under control, his eyes were deep and deep.

"I don't need to say that." Echizen finally spoke, and his tone was dry for a moment. "Of course I will."

"That's good." Cutting off the last thorns, Ansel turned the white rose in his hand, which was extremely bright and dewy, and raised his eyes, his elegant eyebrows and eyes as low as a violin. "Sakura will be happy."

Echizen didn't speak, and the two looked at each other silently, almost facing each other's unpredictable eyes, and fell into a frozen silence for a moment.

"Knock ~ knock" Suddenly, a gentle rhythmic knock sounded, and the thoughtful Anse El turned his gaze slightly, and Echizen also turned his head, and the two saw a smiling cheek peeking out from behind the door that was pushed open.

"Sakura!" "Sakura." The two spoke almost at the same time, and Sakurano, who had walked into the room, was startled by Echizen's voice that was a little excited, and paused before hesitatingly walking over.

"What's wrong? What are you talking about? I feel like you're a little excited. She nodded at Echizen, who was standing, before walking around as she spoke.

Placing the bottle and water in her hand in front of Ansel with some force, she pursed her lips with a hint of unhappiness that no one wanted to show in front of her. "Anse, it's time to take your medicine."

"Nothing, just talk about it." Casually glancing at Echizen, where Sakurano had her back to her, Anse El turned her gaze, naturally took Sakurano's hand and gently dropped a customary kiss, and handed over the rose she had pruned and held in her hand.

"Oh...... Are you done talking? Taking the flower branch, Sakurano watched as Anse El took the medicine before turning around and walking to Echizen's side.

"Almost." Nodding slightly, Echizen's eyes looked a little complicated and he was extremely accustomed to this series of actions and manners, and at first glance it was the daily Sakura, and his voice was lowered.

"So, you're going to stay here tonight, right? We can play a game at the training ground in the evening and I'm looking forward to it. She paused, then turned her face to see Ansel looking at her from behind the table. Anse, I'll let the housekeeper grandpa arrange it, okay? ”

Smiling, the curvature of the corners of Ansel's mouth was completely different from that of others.

"Of course." He said, the tone of his deep voice was elegantly indulgent. "If you like it."

"Well, let's go, Ryoma." Echizen was led by Sakurano to walk out the door, but when he pushed the door open and went out, he turned around and looked at Ansel in silence. Seeing that the person's face was expressionless, the whole person almost melted into the vague darkness, and his cold eyes were like a lone wolf lurking in the shadow of the abyss.

......The door closed behind him, and Echizen paused for a moment, and only after taking a long breath did he come back to his senses from the eyes just now, but a slight tremor of his fingers made him unable to ignore the uncontrollable uneasiness and palpitations that had just been momentary.

The man...... He looked at Sakurano who was walking in front of him unconsciously, and paused before chasing after him, but suddenly felt that this gorgeous and silent corridor, this magnificent and solemn castle, was full of the aura of control, full of ...... The man's breath ...... He is everywhere and knows everything.

At this moment, in the room, Ansel picked up the pen he had put down and signed his name on a stack of documents that needed to be processed. Then, he leaned slightly against the corner of his forehead, looked at the cup of water brought by Sakura on the table, and pondered for a long time without knowing what he was thinking, before he pressed the bell on the side of the table, and casually hooked the corners of his lips, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Young Master." A few moments later, Richard pushed open the door and walked in, leaning over to salute before walking behind Anse El, and pushing the wheelchair out as he signaled.

"Are you ready for rehab?" "Hmm."

Anse El flicked the corners of his forehead, a hint of a smile in his tone. "When I was given medicine before, I was not happy. If only I knew that my recovery was not on time," he recalled the way Sakurano pursed her lips when she had just served water, and her tone rose with a hint of affection. "I don't know how to blame me."

"That's right, when Miss Sakura came back just now and heard that you hadn't taken your medicine, she complained that I didn't persuade you well." Richard looked at Ansel, who was still expressionless, but could clearly see that he was in a good mood, and a smile bloomed on his face, and he paused, and spoke again. "However, it seems that Miss Sakura and Mr. Koechizen do get along very well." "Young master, you chose him, is it really good......

Behind him, Richard's voice was cautious, Anse El's eyebrows lowered, and a deep voice rang out in the long corridor, the end still with a calm, languid elegance. "Why not."

"Sakura...... Like him. He rubbed the wrench in his hand, and his casual tone was full of warmth. But the heart is toward me. ”

As I walked past the floor-to-ceiling window on one side, I could see the soft lights on the tall glass ceiling, shining on the warm and brilliant colors. Ansel stared at the bright place, as if reliving the evening through the brilliant colors...... Gentle and brilliant glow, as well as his girl...... The starlight in his eyes.

He said softly, calmly and steadily.

"Her heart is toward me." "This is the only beginning, and the only ending."

()

Set a small goal first, such as remembering in 1 second: book guest residence