The crystal tears of the lady in front of her kept falling, and she seemed to be hurt by Fisher's actions, and drops of blood also fell down her fingers and dotted on the floor of Fisher's house.

"Renee, what's wrong with you? You locked the room, oh, don't quarrel, what's not to say? ”

Outside the door, Martha heard the sound in the house, and tried to twist the door of the room to come in but found that the door was locked, and she didn't open the door again, but knocked on the door and persuaded her.

"I'm fine..."

Renee wiped her eyes, and Fisher walked towards her and pinched her injured right hand, which she subconsciously pulled away, only to be grabbed by Fisher again.

"Don't move, I'll bandage you first."

"Let go of me..."

Renee didn't look at him at all, her right hand pinched his hand and struggled, but her physical strength was not enough, she couldn't break free, so she was dragged to the sofa by Fisher, and on the bookshelf next to it was a medical kit, which was the equipment left over from Fisher's previous biological dissection, and there was nothing left in it, but the gauze was still there.

Let's change some other medication for her later.

"Martha, we're fine, she's hurt, I'll go downstairs and get some medicine later."

"Oh, that's good, you should be careful, my old heart is about to stop. I'm going to find out where the medicine box is, I haven't used it in a long time, I'm going to have to check it out. ”

Outside the door, Martha's footsteps faded away, and Fisher pinched Renee's white hand, the knife was out of the palm of his hand, and the opening was very large, Fisher's eyes moved slightly, but the movements of his hand did not slow to help her treat the wound.

Renee is definitely in a tantrum, not only does she always close her fingers uncooperatively, but she wants to pull her hand back for a while, and she doesn't look at Fisher, and of course she doesn't say anything.

But how could Fisher let her get her wish, he forcibly grabbed her wrist and made her not retreat, after cleaning and treating the wound, he got up outside and took the medicine box handed by Martha, facing Martha's somewhat worried gaze, Fisher suddenly regretted and strongly doubted Renee, especially he didn't expect her reaction to be so big.

"She's crying, you kid, you have to talk to her, I know that something will happen sooner or later if you don't get married."

“... I'll talk to her, you go and rest. ”

Fisher couldn't laugh or cry, and sent away the old man Martha, who looked quite worried when he turned around a few steps, and he gently closed the door himself, and returned to the room with the medicine box.

When she came back, she saw that Renee had not blurred and flown away, she was just sitting on the couch, looking at the scenery outside without looking back, just not looking at Fisher, obviously still angry.

When Fisher approached with the medicine, she turned her head in the other direction, just staggering with Fisher anyway.

Fisher didn't interrupt the atmosphere for a while, just sat down in front of her and forcefully took her hand and applied the medicine to her. She didn't want to pay any attention to Fisher, but she still shuddered from the pain of the drug touching her wound, and Fisher even heard her whisper.

"Does it hurt?"

“....”

Renee didn't speak, Fisher looked up at her, only from the beautiful side face to see that the beautiful eyes were still red, purple eyes hung with two crystal teardrops, the always bright face at this moment because of the crying and fragility, people want to protect, want to make her happy, even a little unhappy to see it.

Fisher couldn't tell whether Renee was showing her true feelings or acting like a flirtatious person, rather, in fact, Fisher didn't care about what she was.

Did Fisher believe Renee's words?

Fisher was half convinced.

He still thinks that Renee is likely to be an immortal witch.

It may be due to Renee's extremely bad character, she knows that she is an undead witch but she just doesn't want to tell Fisher, she enjoys the process of teasing him, teasing him, all the performances of Fisher are bad performances.

It's also possible that Renee really doesn't know that she's an immortal witch, even if she is. How to prove immortality? Do you want to try to kill Renee and see if she can be reincarnated and resurrected? Fisher would never have done this, he couldn't put Renee's life at risk, even though her personality was a little too bad.

So, whatever the possibility, Fisher couldn't get a real answer from Renee, unless he had definitive evidence one day.

Then again, wasn't his purpose in finding the immortal witch to keep her with him, hoping to find a way to change the prophesied outcome? If Renee was, then the result would be the same if she was an immortal witch now.

The question is only what Fisher really thinks of Renee in his eyes.

Fisher struggled to answer the question for a moment.

After he helped Renee take care of the wound and took care of the hygiene in the room, the whole room really fell silent, and seeing that she didn't mean to talk for a while, Fisher took a magic book and sat on his desk, pushing open the window that had just been closed.

The night outside the window was quiet, and Fisher didn't see the purple larks that used to be everywhere, and I don't know if it was because Renee was sad, and they didn't know where to hide and cry.

Fisher read slowly, while Renee stayed on the couch with her knees hugged, just not talking.

The atmosphere between the two of them remained silent until it was time to go to bed, Renee suddenly moved to go outside to wash, Fisher glanced at her back, and when she was well, she went to wash again, and when she returned, she had already taken the bed from the closet and spread it on the sofa, lying on the sofa with her back to Fisher, and he could only see Renee's black hair spread out.

Interestingly, she had always slept in Fisher's bed when she was here, but now that the cold war had given way to Fisher's bed, Fisher smiled silently, turned off the lights in the room, and went into his own bed.

Renee had slept here before, and Fisher had said that she would wash it when she was gone, but it seemed that she had forgotten to do so. I don't know if it's because I'm sleeping in the same room with her now, Fisher's nose is full of her nice scent.

"Renee."

In the silence of the darkness, Fisher broke the silence with a sudden opening.

“....”

But the other side of the couch didn't seem to have received a signal, and there was no response at all, and when Fisher heard it, she continued,

"I remember the first time we met, you lied to me that you were the daughter of a reclusive magician of Schwali, and if you were given dinner, you would take me to see Schwally's magic, but you took me to the mountains and ran away, causing me to waste a lot of time wandering around the mountains for a long time."

"Later, I knew that I was looking for a witch, and you lied to me that you were human; Knowing that I was looking for the undead witch, you lied to me that you knew the clues of the undead witch; When you crossed the Kado border, you knew I didn't have enough magic, and you lied to me that you would do magic. ”

"To be honest, I would never have had so much patience for anyone else, anyone other than you, to tolerate your lies again and again."

"But I came to realize that you are like a hedgehog, hiding your true feelings with countless lies and tricks; I also slowly went from being annoyed by being deceived at the beginning to now being unfazed. ”

"I have given you patience for all the deceptions in the world, and sometimes after a long time I miss your signature flirtatiousness... It is because I have great trust in you that you are not really so bad in your heart hidden behind lies, even if you appear to be so. ”

"Ironically, I still hope to get the same answers from you on certain questions, whether it's the immortal witch or what you just said to me that you stayed with me because you cared about me..."

In the darkness, Renee's fingers lightly grasped the edge of the futon, and Fisher just looked at the ceiling, and before he could say the next word, he saw Renee lying on the sofa silently get up.

There was no moonlight in the bedroom, and Fisher could only see her figure coming towards her bed, she didn't have any words, and of course Fisher couldn't see her expression clearly, Renee overbearingly ripped Fisher's futon away, and then lay down beside Fisher.

She squeezed Fisher back, leaving herself with a decent amount of space, and then didn't move. In the small futon, she turned her back to herself, her black hair was full of the seductive fragrance, she curled up slightly, and the whiteness of the back of her neck peeked through the black hair like a touch of moonlight.

Fisher suddenly wanted to kiss her soft body, but he didn't.

He looked at Renee, who was lying beside him without saying a word, and some time passed in the darkness, her voice was calm and quiet, and she said,

"What I just said is true..."

In the hazy aroma, it was difficult to distinguish the truth of this sentence, because Fisher could not see her expression clearly at this time.

“.... I'm sorry. ”

It's unclear whether it's an apology for doubting whether she's an immortal witch or not, or an apology for suspecting that she cares about her words.

After this apology, she stopped talking, and even her posture remained motionless.

It was the first time they had been so serious and intimate in a non-flirtatious way, even more restrained than the previous distance, perhaps so close that even her quickened heartbeat could be caught by Fisher.

Fisher, who rarely had that desire, reached out and wrapped his hand around her lying on her side, only to accidentally touch her bandaged left hand on the bed, causing her to suddenly retract some of her hands.

"It hurts..."

She said.

“....”

After a brief answer from her, they didn't communicate again, just kept this simple and similar posture, and the whole night went on.