If he summoned Filin just to reiterate that he wanted Filin to have a relationship with Hermione, he really didn't know what to do or what to say, and he was afraid that he would lose control.

Fei Lin resolutely unfolded an ancient spirit scroll and tried to study it, but in vain. There's only Ariana in front of Film.

After spending the afternoon on the beach, there had been a few more short nights together, and Ariana refused to discuss Hermione further with Film.

In some ways, it was a relief, but she also stopped teasing Filin about what she was going to do when she actually became her husband and what kind of children people were going to have.

She had calmly given up any hope that people would get married, making Filin almost go crazy at the thought of it. She doesn't argue with Film, because she knows that Filmin can't help herself, and she doesn't even ask people what will happen to them in the future.

Like Night's Eye, she seems to just live in the moment, thoroughly enjoying every intimate night people spend together, never asking if there will be another night.

What Filmin felt from her was not despair, but the isolation of her heart: determined not to let people have what they could not have tomorrow, so that people would lose what they held at this moment. And Filmin really doesn't deserve to let such a loyal heart love Film.

As he lay drowsy beside her in bed, the scent of her body and herbs made Filin feel safe and warm, and her inner strength protected people. She doesn't know arcane spells, she doesn't have an intellectual origin, but she has a more powerful kind of magic, and she uses her willpower alone to perform it.

Every night, when she locks the door behind Firin, he enters the plane she created and belongs only to the two of them.

Filmin once felt unbearable for her blind surrender of her happiness and joy to Film, but now the situation is even worse, because she believes that her dedication to Filmin will eventually cost her a terrible price, but still refuses to turn her back on Film;

And I don't have the responsibility to stay away from her, and wish her a more enjoyable life. In his loneliest days, whenever he rode around the paths around Fort Tag with a whole saddlebag of poisoned bread, he felt like a coward, and worse than a thief.

Fihrin had told Hermes that he could not draw strength from others to replenish his energy, nor would he do so, but now Fihrin treats Ariana like this every day.

At this moment, the ancient spirit's scroll fell from Firin's loose hand, and he suddenly felt that his room was a suffocating place.

Pushing aside the scrolls and slate he was trying to study, he made his way to Constellation's room before dinner.

It's been a while since I've visited Star, and her living room still doesn't seem to have changed, except for the pile on the top that shows what she's passionate about at the moment. And this day is no exception.

Bundles of herbs collected in autumn are hung upside down in every corner of the room to dry, and the whole room is filled with their aroma.

When he abruptly lowered his head away from the hanging leaves, he felt as if he was walking on an upside-down prairie.

"You hang this low. Filmin complained to her as Stars entered.

"No, you're too tall. Now stand up straight and let Filmin take a good look at you. ”

Filin did as she was told to stand up straight, ignoring the bunch of catnip perched on Filin's head.

"Good. At least paddling around all summer to kill enemies has made you healthier, much better than the sick boy who returned to Filmin last winter, who said the tonics worked.

Since you've grown so tall, come and hang these up for him!"

Filin unhurriedly fastened the threads along the candlesticks, bedposts, and wherever they could, and then tied the bundles of herbs to them.

She drove Filin to a chair and tied up a few bundles of impatiens, and asked, "Why didn't you complain to Filin about how much you miss Ariana?"

"What's in that for Film?" Filmin asked her calmly after a moment, trying to make her tone sound as resigned as she could.

"Nope. She paused thoughtfully, then gave Filyn another bunch of leaves. "Those," she told Filmin as she tied them up, "were stippled leaves, and they tasted bitter."

Some people say that this prevents women from conceiving, but this is not the case, at least not that effective, and women can get sick if they take it for a long time. ”

She paused as if to think about it—"Perhaps, it's hard for a woman to conceive when she's sick, but Filin wouldn't recommend it to anyone, especially everyone Filin cares about. ”

Film, pretending to be nonchalant, asked, "So, why are you air-drying them?" "Soaking these in water and rinsing your mouth is very helpful in treating a sore throat." That's what he told Filin when he saw Ariana picking them in the Woman's Garden. ”

"Filin knows. "Filin tied the leaves to the thread as if hanging a corpse, and even their smell was bitter. Didn't Filmin wonder in front of Hermes earlier why he was so unaware of what was in front of him?

And what about Film, why did he never think of this? What a sacrifice for her to be so afraid of the pregnancy that legally married women desired?

“...... Seaweed, Kaz Silver?"

Fei Lin spoke: "I'm sorry, please say it again?"

"Filin said, if you have time that afternoon, can you help him collect seaweed, the black wavy kind, which tastes the best at this time. ”

"Filin will try. Filin replied absentmindedly.

How many more years will Ariana have to worry? How much bitterness will she have to swallow?

"What are you looking at?" Starlight asked Filin.

"Nothing. Why do you ask?"

"Because I've said it twice, please come down and move this chair.

You know, people have to hang all the other bundles of leaves here!"

"I beg your pardon, he didn't sleep well yesterday, which made Fei Lin stunned today. ”

Filmin agreed. You should get a little more sleep at night. Those words sound a bit heavy. "Now come down and move the chairs around a bit so people can start hanging these mints. ”

Filmin eats very little for dinner. His Majesty sat alone at the main table, looking puffy, while his group of sycophants sat around the table directly below him. Filming didn't understand why he was dining alone, and of course he had the status to do so, but why did he choose to be so isolated? He summoned a bard who had recently returned to Fort Stag from abroad, and seemed more flattering than the others.

Most of them are from Falow, and their singing voices are nasal and prefer to sing epic chants with long chants. The singer sings a very long song about the adventures of His Majesty's own grandfather.

Fei Lin didn't understand well, as if he was mentioning a guy who was hunting on horseback, and in order to hunt a large male deer that even hunters at the time could not catch, his horse was exhausted to death.

The song constantly praises this good horse who sacrificed himself according to his master's wishes, but it does not mention the stupidity of this master.

He wasted the precious life of an animal just to hunt some sturdy meat and a pair of antlers.

"You look like you're getting sick. Borges stopped beside Filin and said, and he got up and left the table to walk with him through the hallway.

"There's so much on Film's mind, and there's too much to think about at the same time.

Sometimes Filin couldn't help but feel that if he had time to concentrate on one thing, he would be able to solve it and then solve the others. ”

"Everyone believes so, but it's not. Try to get rid of the things you can handle, and after a while you'll get used to the things that make you helpless. ”

"For example?"

He shrugged and pointed down. "It's like being lame or being an illegitimate child. People will eventually get used to the fact that they swore never to accept it. But what is it about you that bothers you so much?"

"Film's not yet able to tell you, at least not here. ”

"Oh, one more trouble, huh?" he shook his head, "Filyn doesn't envy you, Katz. Sometimes all people need is to rant at another person about their problems, but they don't even give you that opportunity.

But remember, even if you don't think you can do anything about it, Filmin is confident that you will be able to handle these things properly. ”

He patted Fihrin on the shoulder, and then walked away in a gust of cold air blowing in from outside the door. Hermes was right, a winter blizzard was brewing at the moment, and tonight's wind seemed to foreshadow such weather.

As he reached the middle of the stairs, he couldn't help but recall that Borges had spoken to me bluntly.

He finally believed that Filin was a grown man, and if I believed in myself that way, maybe I could handle things better. Filmin puffed up his chest and went upstairs to his room.

Film is more focused on dressing up than ever. When he did so, he remembered Hermes hastily changing into a clean shirt for Floya. Why did he know so little about her? Wasn't I so ignorant of Ariana?

What else did Ariana do for the sake of people's relationships that Filmin never knew about? Film's grief returned, and it was stronger than ever.

Tonight, after the meeting between Crick and Flynn tonight, he couldn't let her continue to sacrifice, but Flynn had to put the matter behind him for now.

Combing his hair back into a warrior's braid, he realized that he deserved it, and then vigorously straightened the front of the blue blouse on Filin.

The dress feels a little tight on the shoulders, and lately Filmin has felt that way no matter what she wears. Then Filmin left the room.

In the corridor outside King Creek's residence, he saw Hermes and Floya approaching arm in arm.

Filin had never seen them together like this, but the crown prince and his princess suddenly appeared here.