The hours are long and tiring.

There was no hearty catharsis, and no rest after the ultimate. They kept groping in guidance and control, as if they were trying a kind of alienated communication that had not been verified by previous generations. The whole night was filled with caution and curiosity, fear and excitement.

Theovir patiently allowed her to suffer.

She felt like she was walking on a long and dangerous tightrope, and she could not stop no matter how tired and sleepy she was, because she could fall thousands of feet into the sky at any time and be shattered to pieces.

She didn't know whether time passed quickly or slowly.

Sometimes it would be an hour later as soon as I lost consciousness, and sometimes I would tremble for a long time without seeing the pendulum move.

She could only see the light outside changing from dark to bright, and finally the lake turned fish belly white.

In the end, Karan couldn't even speak.

"It's already six o'clock..." She pulled over the messy quilt and looked around for her hair tie.

Theovir untied the string from his wrist and gave it to her.

"Are you tired?" His eyes deliberately avoided her outline.

It's dawn.

He didn't want to remind himself who he spent the time of madness and sinking with.

Karan was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

She was silent, trying to tie up her hair, but when she raised her hand, the quilt slipped down. She found that she was not wearing any clothes, but Xiovel had already returned to his well-dressed appearance.

She angrily pulled up the quilt, covered herself tightly, pointed at the door and said, "Get out, I want to take a shower."

Xiovir glanced outside and saw that the lights of the castle were already on.

He also straightened his clothes, took off his stained coat and put it in his arms.

Karan couldn't see his cold and calm expression, as if nothing had happened.

She sarcastically said: "You have to wash those things off your clothes yourself..."

"See you in the evening." Xiovel had already led the door out.

The wind outside was very cold, blowing through my sweat-soaked shirt.

But it was completely unable to cool his mind.

He was a little tired.

But there was still some kind of burning pain in his head that kept him awake, and he had many, many emotions that he hadn't had time to sort out.

When we returned to the castle, the servants were busy preparing breakfast.

The children haven't woken up yet.

She didn't take away the luggage she brought down for Tilin last night.

She did not leave the manor - for she would not leave Snollette here alone.

Xiovel rubbed his eyebrows, his head aching.

He was taking a shower in his separate bedroom and found that there were many marks left by the little slave on his body. Especially on his arms and shoulders, they looked like skin allergies, with patches of red marks.

Last night was so chaotic.

Xiovir can probably distinguish between women by "reserved and dignified" and "relaxed", but Karan is beyond his understanding. She is a completely wild animal, savage and clever, and cannot be comforted at all. The slightest movement will

Will run away in fright or resist violently.

Xiovir spent most of the time thinking about how to prevent her from hurting himself.

He didn't even bother to care about her nails or teeth.

He washed the dirt off his body, put on a new shirt, buttoned it to the top, tied his tie, put on white gloves, and made sure no skin was exposed.

He also soaked the clothes he changed into in the water, and then went to the edge of the pool to carefully observe whether there was any black hair.

After taking care of all this, he went down to have breakfast.

Sitting at the dining table, he suddenly felt that he was so stupid and ridiculous just now.

The atmosphere at the dinner table is the same as before.

Tilyn and Snolett have been talking about Evelyn's wedding.

The wedding was scheduled for the end of this month, and Tilin had not yet thought of a gift. Snorlett's suggestions were rejected by her one by one.

Tilin even said jokingly: "Or give her the slaves in the manor."

Snorlett laughed loudly: "If you give her this at the wedding, she will hate you forever! Besides, the slave is a gift from the queen. You can't force it on her just because you don't want it, right?"

Siouvel wiped the knife with a napkin and observed his wife's expression in the reflection.

She was still smiling gently and reservedly.

"Do you have any ideas?" Tilin looked back at him.

"You decide." Xiovel said calmly, "I remember when we got married, your sister gave us an astronomical telescope, saying that she hoped it would allow us to see the stars and love. You can also choose this kind of gift with special meaning.

, I believe Evelin will like it.”

"Oh my god..." Snorlett showed an exaggerated smile. She held her chest and looked flattered. "It's been twenty years, do you still remember the wedding gift I gave you?"

"Of course, it is still on display in the Twin Towers." Siovel smiled with a small arc.

Snorlett kept exclaiming and sighing, feeling how sorry she was back then.

Tilin drank some cucumber juice and put down her knife and fork.

"I feel a little uncomfortable..." She frowned slightly.

Xiovel helped her put on the silk scarf and whispered: "I will accompany you back to the room."

"Are you okay?" Snorlett asked confused.

"Excuse me."

Tilin walked up the stairs at a tight pace.

Siovel saw her clenched white hands from behind.

She put her wedding ring back on.

But he had already taken off his wedding ring.

"Tilin...walk slower." He still reminded.

Tilin didn't look back until she was out of sight in the restaurant: "Why are you doing this?"

They were in a stalemate on the stairs.

Xiovir was a few steps below her, but his calm and composed expression made her feel like she was being overlooked.

She was so angry and desperate.

"Let's go back to the room first." Xiovel reassured.

"I ask you why are you doing this!?" Tilin took a step down and almost touched his nose, "Why did you stay up all night, why did you flirt with Snolett at the dinner table... and why do you want to remember her?

A gift from twenty years ago?”

"Because I recorded all the gifts. It was a list of gifts I wrote in return. While you were watching the art exhibition and enjoying the opera, I solved all the... mundane things, sorry, trivial things."

Xiovir barely explained this to her.

But now he finally realized that if he didn't explain, Tilin would always feel wronged.

"Maybe you don't know, but I'm very busy every day. Congress, the Queen, the border war, and even the people who broke into the manor last week and almost killed Arnold. These things are all pressing on me. I need at least a hundred people every day.

In order to solve these problems for hours, I can accompany you to watch your sisters attend prenatal education classes for the mentally retarded, study how dense the lace should be, and then listen to you scolding Raphael or complaining about the new jewelry you bought during the only free meal time.

How undesirable.”

"Have you ever heard me complain to you or get angry at you even once?"

Tilin stood speechless.

Xiovir had never spoken such a long paragraph to her.
Chapter completed!