I know Hatherine loves the castle in the middle of the mountain, and she loves Leillard.

Even if Leillard treated her like that in the end, she didn't have a trace of resentment in her heart, but felt guilty, feeling that she had burdened Rirad.

Such a woman is very beautiful, I don't know if she can survive without the protection.

Fortunately, until the last moment, Lilard was always with her.

"What are you thinking?" Richard's cold hand slid across my face, and I could still feel his coldness through the thick veil.

It was a cold that could never be changed, and it made me feel a little distressed.

I restrained the pity for Hatherine in my eyes, raised my eyes to Lilard's eyes, and smiled, "I wonder who painted this painting, so small, but so detailed." ”

I carefully held the statue in my hand, since I knew its origin, I did not treat it as before, and I always reminded myself in my heart that this little statue was at least 400 years old, it was an antique, and it must be treated with care.

Lillard took the statue from the palm of my hand, played with it casually, and said faintly, "It's been too long since this painting, and I can't remember it clearly......"

He couldn't remember what he said, but his eyes were full of remembrance, and such a contradictory Lirad would only appear when he recalled Hetherine.

The corners of my mouth twitched slightly, and a wry smile was squeezed out, it turned out that what I used to save my life was actually from Hatherine's hand.

It seems that the relationship between me and Hatherine is not just about what we look like.

At least in Lillard's eyes, it's not that simple.

"It's getting late, it's time for me to go. He said goodbye, but Rirad still hugged me tightly, and his words and actions were reluctant.

I hugged him hard and imprinted a shallow kiss on his chin, "Then let's go quickly, I will be found later, it will be difficult to leave." ”

Deliberately speaking of such a dangerous situation is my willfulness and an excuse I use to deceive myself.

Raising his hand and nodding my nose, Llard smiled dotingly, "Little naughty!"

I frowned and hid, but I couldn't hide from his fingertips, so I had to pout and let him click a few times, and he left satisfied.

Before leaving, Lillard approached my ear and said something that I couldn't react to, and by the time I came back to my senses, he was gone.

His breath around him was also slowly blown away, and the clammy and cold around him all hit me at once, and the helplessness and coldness made me want to cry.

Clenched my arms and tried to warm myself up, but found that I couldn't do it at all.

After Llillard left, I sat on my knees under the windowsill, thinking about what Llillard had said before he left.

The sneer on the corner of his mouth deepened little by little, I don't know if Lard's words can be counted as an agreement, or a charity?

He generously gave me a little more freedom, did he want me to be grateful, or did he want to see my willingness?

- I'll wait for you to remember before I take you back.

If you let go, why did you take me back? Is it just to see the despair on my face after seeing the light of day and finding myself in a desperate situation again?

I can't ignore a perverted hobby like Lirad, so I have to make other plans.

I pushed the door open and ran out like crazy, hoping to meet Vivian, but I didn't find it, and when I was tired of looking, I remembered that Vivien had been sent out by me to do something.

I sat down on the ground and looked helplessly at my hands, which could not do anything, and the only support was not there when I needed it most.

Is it really fate, this life will be restrained by Leillard!