At some point, like now, Haysja felt like she was going to be depressed.

At this time, she was dressed in pajamas, sitting lazily on the corner of the bed, holding a silver needle in one hand and an embroidered cloth in the other, looking at her work, she frowned in annoyance.

She was born into an aristocratic family and was trained in a variety of aristocratic manners since she was a child, one of which was needlework.

I've been embroidering all night, but my skills are still clumsy!

She looked at her crooked needlework, trying to find a way to remedy it, but at last she blinked helplessly, threw the embroidery cloth aside, and picked up a new one.

She pursed her lips, holding back the pain in her fingers.

This is the fourth time she has been stabbed, and she believes that she will be able to do it in the end.

Sister Dumese once told her that only a bleeding finger can embroider the most perfect work in the world.

She looked distressedly at her bleeding fingers, and thought of what Sister Dumese had said, and felt a little comforted in her heart.

Although Sister Dumese does not laugh at her for her handiwork, she still strives for perfection.

At night, the air was still filled with the dryness of summer, beads of sweat slowly leaking from her forehead, and a few strands of blonde hair stuck to her sideburns.

Not noticing that the sweat had already trickled down the tip of her nose, she focused all her attention on the needle in her hand.

Before I knew it, a brilliant tulip finally appeared on the embroidered cloth.

She stared at her work, not satisfied, but the golden colors made her a little happier.

This is her eleventh work, and the retro expensive nanmu bed is full of embroidered cloth, all embroidered with tulips, which are of different sizes, some are budding, some are half blooming, and some have bloomed into bright suns.

She is like a princess, immersed in the sea of flowers embroidered by herself.

Female worker! Female worker! Stayed up all night again!

She also realized that she seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, who let herself always strive for perfection! always felt that if she didn't embroider a perfect tulip, she would never want to sleep.

"Miss! Miss Haysga!" came the faint call of Sister Dummès outside.

Haysjia hurriedly threw aside the embroidered cloth in his hand, lay down and covered his head with the thin quilt.

The door was gently opened, and Sister Dumèse peeked in, wearing a nun's robe, her whole body wrapped under the robe, revealing an emaciated face.

Sister Dummès is a middle-aged woman in her forties, who has cared for Hasja since she was born, and the two have developed an almost affectionate relationship.

"Miss Hayska, you're pretending to be asleep, I know. ”

Two crooked eyes appeared in the quilt, as if she was smiling, and her mouth was still covered in the quilt, and she muttered, "Why do you find out every time?"

"Miss, I've been taking care of you for 20 years, don't I know what you want to do? Needlework is not something that can be learned in a day, you have only been in contact for three days, and it has proven that you can learn it like this, Miss, we have been here for so long, the road is bumpy, you have just taken a hot bath, how comfortable it is to sleep peacefully, don't push yourself so hard, you haven't slept well for three days, and you are still so energetic and smiling during the day, I really don't know how you did it. "Sister Dumese was reproachful, but her tone was always kind.

"Okay, okay!" Hayser blinked, listened carefully to what she said, and giggled, "I'll just go to sleep right away!"

As she spoke, she put the thin quilt on her head again.

Miss is so serious about everything, if she doesn't learn or finish something, she will finish it without sleep, the nun thought, she was a little worried that Miss would wear down her body.

The wall lamp was turned off, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Hasjia poked her head out of the quilt again, and with her big eyes rolling, she secretly looked around the room, fearing that Sister Dummes would suddenly appear, and when she finally made sure that Sister Dummes was not in the house, she hurriedly lit the wall lamp again.

But then she froze, thinking that she was so stupid, that if she had lit the lamp, Sister Dummès would find that she would not sleep, and she blew it out again.

But the room was so dark that it could only be by moonlight.

She tiptoed to the window, gently opened the wooden valve above the window, and with a creak, the two windows opened, and a cool breeze blew in.

She closed her eyes in amusement.

In the wind, there is a sweet and refreshing aroma, which smells like fruit nectar on cheese, and instantly immerses people in a deep sense of happiness.

Following the aroma, she sniffed greedily and stuck her head out the window.

The garden is outside the castle, and I can't imagine that the aroma can come out so far and waft into the castle.

Peace Town is such a place to make people happy!

The corners of her mouth curled, she smiled silently, and slowly opened her eyes.

In an instant, she froze!

She blinked vigorously, making sure she wasn't dreaming.

What is that!

In front of me, the ground under the castle turned into a sea of gold!

At this moment, she felt as if she was living on the golden sea, like a dream.

Following the scent of the flowers, she looked closely and found that the golden patch below was not really a sea, but a sea of golden flowers.

It turned out that I was wrong, and the strange fragrance of flowers was not coming from outside the castle at all, but the fragrance of the golden sea of flowers below.

It wasn't like this when I came yesterday, how could so many golden flowers bloom in one night?

And the flower was pure gold, and looked more noble and beautiful than a tulip, which she had never seen before, and reveled in the fragrance of flowers, and stood in the attic of the castle, and she looked up into the distance, as if she had a premonition that something was going to happen.

Finally, in the sea of golden flowers, she found a "flat boat".

The sea is not a real sea, and the boat is naturally not a real boat.

It was a man, a man who had only met twice.

Her mind gradually recalled the image: My name, my name is Pique, you may not know me, but I ...... I love you.

Although this way of confession is simple, even rude, his light blue eyes look really sincere.

She shook her head, getting rid of the fantasy in her mind, she was already engaged, and she shouldn't be so happy because someone else liked it.

But it's really a fun thing!

She couldn't help but cast her eyes on him, only to see him standing silently in the sea of flowers, his hair was meticulously groomed, the beard on his chin seemed to be gone, and his whole face looked clean and tidy.

At this time, he was looking up at himself in the attic with his hands behind his back.

Looking at each other, at this moment, she only felt that her heart was about to jump out.