Quick Wear: I'm bound to the love strategy system

April looked at Strahl who was painting, sitting on a cushion and lying on Strahl's lap to watch him paint.

She teased him, "Stral, who said before that you would never draw a portrait?"

Strahl took the paintbrush, dipped it in honey-colored paint, and copied April's eyes with the utmost patience.

Hearing her say that, I don’t know what she was thinking about, but her face, which was as beautiful as an oil painting, smiled.

"Yes, but things have changed since a daredevil broke into my canvas."

When April heard what he said, she frowned and pulled Strahl's long platinum hair that was tied up high.

"Who is it? Tell me."

Strahl was pulled back slightly by April.

"You can guess who is so reckless."

April now understands Strahl thoroughly and can understand every mysterious word he says.

She loosened her hand that was pulling his hair. His hair was so beautiful, she must not tear it.

"Tell me the truth, when did you draw me? I didn't expect that you have been secretly following me for so long."

Strahl looked into her smug eyes, her golden eyelashes slightly blinking, revealing an innocent look.

"I just wanted to paint my unripe vineyard, but who would have thought that a fool would carefully select a basket of sour grapes."

When April heard what Strar said, she immediately recalled that old incident, and the sourness of the grapes seemed to linger on the tip of her tongue.

She said unhappily, "I asked Butler Hef, and he said it can be picked."

Strahl's brush never stopped painting, and there was a beautiful smile on his lips.

At this moment, he was no longer the child who waited at the door for a whole day just to let his mother see him.

"But I don't think he said it was edible."

April said angrily, "Butler Huff is such a horrible person."

But her eyes were still filled with happiness that was infected by a smile.

Strahl chuckled.

"I don't think he meant to tease you. Although I gave permission, no one in the manor has ever picked them."

April pressed down hard on Strahl's legs.

"Don't try to fool me. The grapes in that vineyard have always been picked clean."

Strahl rubbed April's head. His fingers were all white, and except for the wedding ring on his ring finger, he didn't wear any symbol of power.

"Who knows, maybe they've developed a taste for grapes."

April grabbed Strahl's hand and drew a bird with golden feathers next to herself in the painting.

She sat on Strahl's lap, her long curly hair covering Strahl's face.

Strahl was not annoyed at all, and skillfully tied April's long hair with the hairband next to the paint box.

April said as she was drawing: "You are fooling Lilith. Only a stupid kid like her would be fooled by you."

Strahl held April's waist and watched her paint, even though her painting skills were much more immature than his.

But as long as April didn't bring it up, he would never say anything wrong with April's paintings.

When he heard April say something bad about Lilith, he immediately refuted it on behalf of his lovely daughter.

"How can Lilith not be smart? In my eyes, only her mother is smarter than her."

April picked up a little paint and dotted it on his forehead.

"You think I can't hear that, asshole?"

Strahl buried his face in April's neck.

"April, you always like to misunderstand me."

April wouldn't be fooled by his pathetic tone again.

"I am the one in this world who will never misunderstand you, Flower of Heaven."

Strahl protested silently.

"April, don't call me that."

The bird resting on April's shoulder in the painting was finally finished, and April added purple eyes to the bird with a sense of humor.

"Why, what a nice title."

Strahl looked at the bird in the painting and spoke.

"It would be nice if I were really the bird that always stays on your shoulder."

April said: "This is just a painting. It's better for you to be a human. If you become a bird, how can you grow old with me?"

Strahl paused for a moment after hearing what April said, and then spoke in a gentle tone.

"Yes, we will grow old together."

April handed the paintbrush back to Strahl's hands. She was not confident that she could continue Strahl's painting.

"But it wasn't so easy for me to forgive you if you made a mistake back then."

Strahl asked knowingly, "Why?"

April cleared her throat strategically: "Of course it's because you lost your beautiful face. If it weren't for your good looks, I would have been pissed off by you and left."

Strahl leaned his face towards April.

"It seems that this is the only benefit my face has brought me."

When Stral was born, his father didn't like the way he looked.

I look too much like him and there's no way I can please my mother.

And this face of mine that looks like his has also caused me to be implicated.

Mother didn't like her father, and she also didn't like Strahl, who looked like him.

But fortunately, his lover likes it.

April had no idea of ​​the twists and turns in Strahl's mind.

Accompanied by the sound of Strahl painting, April lay on Strahl's shoulder and fell asleep in the warm sunshine.

April enjoyed watching Strahl paint, but that might have been because of the experience in the wisteria garden.

She always fell asleep before Strahl finished his painting, and slept soundly.

Happy days always pass quickly, and before they knew it, their youngest son was getting married.

As a gift for the new daughter-in-law, April gave her a lot of jewelry and also gave her the hair that she had bought with the water lilies.

The new daughter-in-law didn't have a stunning appearance, but her eyes were as clear as lake water, and April liked her very much.

She asked April in confusion: "Mom, whose hair is this?"

April, who was now taken care of more gently by the years, said to her with a smile.

"I can't remember clearly, but it seems to belong to a girl selling flowers."

She held the box containing the hair carefully in her arms.

"Why did you give this to me?"

April tilted her head, looking at the girl still having the aura of a young girl.

"I don't know either, just like I don't know why I bought her in the first place."

In April's words, this box of hair seemed to have become a heritage.

The new daughter-in-law also passed the box of hair to her future daughter-in-law, and also gave April what she said today.

It was a sunny day when April died.

Strahl whispered in her ear: "April, you know, your hat was brought into my hands by the wind."

These were April's last words to Strahl.

"You bastard, I already knew that, but I forgive you for making me go there in vain."

She kissed the side of Strahl's face.

"See you in heaven, Strahl."

Strahl held April in his arms and basked in the sun, looking at her closed eyes and speaking tenderly.

"You're going to heaven, my angel."

After saying this, Strahl hugged April and waited peacefully for his own death.