It seems to be very helpless and tired, with some naivety and seriousness, and there is no complicated meaning in it, just a simple short sigh.

She reserved the last bit of dignity for him.

The speed of wiping is much faster than just now.

In just twenty minutes, I don't know why, Si Yin felt like a vase, or a sculpture, and Ding Bao treated him like a shirt or a pair of pants, just out of his own serious attitude to clean up and down his body, and immediately found him a clean pajama to change into.

Finally, he was comfortably placed on the bed, with his back against the soft cushions, facing the table directly opposite, and his hands were not yet on the quilt.

Ding Bao was very careful, took into account many details, treated him as a living person, and even tucked him into the corner when he turned around.

Si Yin finally lay down, his body was wiped clean and changed into a clean dress, and now he sat comfortably on the soft big bed, with his back against the soft pillow lukewarmly, and the place where his eyes could look directly was where Ding Bao sit.

He clearly felt that his body was relaxed for a moment.

He thought that he had already been accustomed to his previous life, but after being treated so gently and carefully, he finally experienced a rare ease and comfort.

He could smell a faint floral scent on the tip of his nose, the smell of the little maid.

It is the smell of roses.

He hadn't noticed the scent of flowers after a whole day under the rose trellis, but now he smelled the sweet smell of the maid.

What is she doing?

Si Yin saw Ding Bao unfold the coat he wore yesterday and spread it on the table, and then took out a roll of golden needle and thread from his pocket.

The next second, he saw Ding Bao take out a small thing again.

As she moved, a thin glittering light flickered in front of her eyes, and Si Yin saw that she was holding a light gold clasp in her hand, and the things inlaid on the clasp looked familiar.

Upon closer inspection, he finally saw what it was.

It was the diamond she had pulled from the curtain that day, and it was now set in a button.

And then, the button was deftly and skillfully sewn onto his coat by the little maid.

The black-gold buttons are exactly the same as the other buttons on the clothes, and there is almost no difference between them.

After sewing, the little maid spread out the clothes and looked at it seriously, she seemed to be very satisfied, her round eyes turned into a curved crescent moon when she laughed, and two shallow small pear vortices appeared on her pink cheeks, up and down her body, half of the coquettish, half of the simple, and she couldn't see the slightest shrewdness and greed.

She didn't take the diamond for herself, but to sew buttons for him?

This sudden discovery shocked the psychological defense line that the prince had built for ten years, and he had already had no expectation of these people in the outside world, and over time even the disgust and disappointment disappeared, leaving only the calmness and indifference of the bystanders.

And Ding Bao's actions at this time completely deviated from Si Yin's inner expectations, he stared at her for a long time, and faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart.

It's her who is wrong.

Yes, it's the maid who has a problem.

Why be so considerate of a puppet?

Who is she doing this?

Even the king and queen had forgotten him in the corner, so why did the maid show him tenderness and kindness?

What is she doing this for?

At the very least, all of people's practices have a plan, so what is she trying to do?

The puppet prince will not give her anything useful in return, this matter even the ants in the palace know, how could she not know?

The problem goes back to the beginning.

Why would she do it?

Si Yin has been trapped here for ten years, and when he has no pastime or company, he relies on the divergence of his thoughts to keep himself awake, so as not to fall into boundless confusion and confusion until he goes crazy.

A small question can make him think about it for more than half a month, and the maid in front of him is full of problems.

Si Yin subconsciously wanted to think of an answer, but soon his attention was attracted by the other party.

After sewing the clothes, Ding Bao took yesterday's book to the prince's bedside, and after blowing out all the candles, only the one at the head of the bed remained.

In the dim candlelight, the sound of the pages turning is so clear and pleasant.

Si Yin has subconsciously shifted his attention to the side, the voice of this little maid is very pleasant, gentle but powerful, sweet but not greasy, like nectar in the heart of a flower, fragrant and still a little refreshing.

Ding Bao held the book and looked at it, his face remained unchanged, but he muttered to himself in his heart.

"What the book says."

Don't tell a story by looking at it twice, she can fall into a state of fainting in the next second after her sleep quality is super good.

Baza Hei also looked at it.

"The story you told yesterday isn't from this book."

"Oh, I made it up."

“……”

I can't hear it at all, it's logical and organized between the lines, who can hear that she is a made-up story.

However, this is also a reflection of the ability of the whisperer, since Ding Bao has drawn this, of course she can't waste it in vain.

"Let's watch something else today......"

Ding Bao muttered to himself, then directly put the book in his hand aside, and pulled out another book from the bookshelf in the room.

"Once upon a time, in a small village in the middle of nowhere, there lived a group of fishermen who made a living from fishing......"

Nearly an hour of story time, Ding Bao held the book, looked down at the words on the page, and said something unrelated to the book, word by word, clear and slow.

Her appearance was serious, there was a lot of broken hair on her forehead, slightly messy hanging in front of her forehead, falling a shallow shadow, the dim candlelight wrapped her whole person silently, and the time was adjusted at this moment.

In ten years, Si Yin had never felt that time could pass so quickly.

An hour seems to be a few minutes away.

Her story is easy to understand and even sounds a little naïve, but it is the richest pastime Si Yin has experienced in ten years.

"This story tells us that the manifestation of loving someone is not possession, but letting go, and letting her be free and happy is the best way to love her."

The little maid seemed to be greatly moved, and even raised her hand to gently wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes at the end of the reading.

This move left Si Yin confused.

This story has no reason, no logic, no truth, what is there to be touching?

If the fisherman is in love with the mermaid princess, why would he let her go back to the sea? Doesn't loving her mean taking her for your own? Otherwise, what does this love mean to him?

It only adds to the suffering, and it is meaningless.

In the end, Si Yin concluded that the fisherman was an idiot.