Little by little, Hatherine's memories invaded my brain, and my brain was craving for it.

Watching the lives of Hatherine and Lillard every day, I can only control my heart very hard, so that I will not be driven crazy by the faint sourness in my heart because of jealousy every time.

Seeing Hatherine's death with my own eyes, I couldn't be more ruthless than to kick her out of my body, because I always felt as if she really wanted someone to talk to, so she would entangle me.

Even if we can't talk in the real sense.

"Sitting here and looking at the scenery again?" I was sitting by the window looking out when Llard came, and my voice was still cold, but it sounded warmer than before.

Lillard explained that Vivien often came, but most of the time, I was alone in the small building, and I could only sit here and look out.

But every time, it didn't take long to watch, and I was haunted by Hatherine's memory, and then it became a non-moving daze.

Hatherine's memories always had a great visual impact on me.

Hearing Lillard's voice, Hatherine's memory automatically stopped flowing, and my thoughts slowly recovered, reining the stiffness on my face and the jealousy in my heart.

I looked up into Lard's eyes and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, "The way trees are planted here is weird. ”

I don't know if it's a delusion, but it seems to me that everything in the Abernet family estate is strange, not in the way the trees are planted, but in the layout and furnishings of the house.

Including people, and their things.

Riillard chuckled, sat side by side beside me, smoothed my hair that had been tossed by the evening breeze, and said slowly, "Everything here is weird, don't touch it casually, especially when you're alone." ”

I nodded to show that I knew, things here looked weird, and I didn't think I would move anything that I wasn't sure I could deal with.

"It seems like it's been more than three days since you last came here. "I remember someone swearing that they would only come once every three days, and that ...... It doesn't seem to be time!

When I remembered the serious expression that Lirad said last time that he would only come over once every three days, I couldn't help but want to laugh, the innocence and seriousness that did not fit my identity at all made it impossible not to believe it.

But...... The reality is a bit unbelievable!

I wanted to say that I wanted to see if he could hold out for three days without showing up, but I didn't expect that after only one day, he came again, and he knew that he really shouldn't believe it.

"That day, yesterday and today, exactly three days. "I am not used to this child-like counting the days with his fingers, which makes me a little unaccustomed.

I frowned as Rirad wrenched his finger and explained to me what he was talking about for three days, and suddenly I felt as if I had inadvertently touched a very strange switch, and then turned on the childish mode of the Blood King.

I uncontrollably raised my hand to cover Llard's forehead, still cold, "I didn't have a fever and was sick, could it be that I ate something strange?"

For my disrespect, Lard looked at me with a "I'm used to it, so I chose to ignore it" expression, and when I withdrew my hand in his smiling expression, he smiled and shook his head, and took me in his arms.

"For me, that's what I can tolerate for three days......" Larde's voice came from overhead, with some tiredness and helplessness.