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Cyril went downstairs to find Mrs. Marco and asked about the author of the painting. The old lady said that it was painted by her youngest son.

"The picture frame is cracked for no reason, and I'm going to order a new one." She said with a troubled sigh, took the picture from the young man, held it far away, and looked at it again and again.

Cyril wondered whether Mrs. Marco or his son had any friendship with the earl. The old woman was immersed in missing her son, talking about why he didn't write home and didn't notice Cyril. The eagerness in her tone only said how she knew such a big man as Earl Muller.

Things get weird.

Secretly suppressing the doubts in his heart, Cyril returned to the second floor again, entangled in all kinds of thoughts, he blinked tiredly, and saw that Felix's room door was open, he quietly poked half of his head in.

The vampire fell asleep, but he seemed to be restless, his brows were frowning.

The young man tiptoed to the bedside, stared at Felix's sleeping face, recalled the long dream last night, and felt sore and numb pain in his chest again.He bit his tongue to keep himself from sighing, so as not to wake Felix, thinking that when he woke up, he would find a chance to have a good talk with him.

He went back to his room and slept for a while, and when he woke up, it was already dark.Sitting up abruptly from the bed, he rushed out of the room disheveled, only to be relieved to see Felix was still there.He dusted off his shirt, smoothed out his messy hair, and knocked symbolically on the door.

"went well?"

The quarrel the night before was still vivid in his memory, and Cyril still felt heartbroken when he thought of what Felix had said.He can ignore Felix, or even walk away, the contract will not do him any harm, and Felix will suffer in the end.

But he couldn't let it go.

Even setting aside his feelings for Felix, who had done so much for him, he couldn't bring himself to be ungrateful.

"Bury them with Jinti." Felix knew what Cyril was asking.Seeing that Cyril's attitude was stiff, he didn't say anything.

"No fish slipped through the net?"

"As long as the rest don't wake up." Felix didn't seem to want to face those old masters again, and there was a touch of fatigue between his words.Seeing Cyril's hesitation to speak, he remembered what he said the night before, although he had his own considerations and reasons, but after all, it hurt Cyril—the emotional experience between him and Cyril After a long process of accumulation, Cyril relied on him and trusted him. Although he was a monster, he was not heartless.

Guilt spread in his chest, and Felix wanted to do some silent actions to comfort Cyril as before, but he was worried that it would restore hope to Cyril.

Why bother falling in love with a monster.

Lovers' faces flashed through his mind, and Felix never forgot them.Love can be forgotten, and so can the hurt it brings, but it is not those that make him unable to let go.

The reason why he keeps a distance from human beings is not that he was hurt in love, not the resentment of lovers, but the reasons why lovers resent him.

No matter how much he looks like a human being, no matter how much he misses the days when he lived as a human being, no matter how close his feelings are to a human being, for human beings—for those who are so close to him, his identity is still only one. :monster.

He didn't want to talk about that anymore.I'm also worried that Cyril will repeat the old story.

"Any clues?"

So he brought up another topic before Cyril could speak.

"It's related to dreams... I found some notes of rural legends." Cyril thought about his words, and spoke slowly and cautiously.Seeing that he really wanted to say something, Felix was silent for a moment, urging him to eat something first.

"If you have anything to say, let's talk about it after dinner. I won't go out tonight."

Seeing that Felix's attitude finally softened, Cyril secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt hungry.

After dinner, he returned to Felix's room, and saw the vampire writing something on the table again.The crooked sentence that fell on the paper made him smile, hooked his foot over the stool and sat down, simply looked at him quietly.Felix, who was writing, raised his head to see Cyril sitting beside him, and looked at what he had written, showing a rare expression of shame.

When I was young, I had the opportunity to learn to read and study only when I entered the church. I am afraid that there are few people in the whole village who can write their own names correctly.Later, Ayton and Finn also couldn't read a few words. It was after he met Hans that he slowly started to learn under the guidance of his lover.

Realizing that Felix was blushing, Cyril's heart skipped a beat, and he squinted his eyes like a child and pressed his chest hard.Unconsciously grasping his fingers, he lowered his eyes to calm his abnormally fast heartbeat, licked his lips, and said, "I have something to ask you."

Felix was taken aback by Cyril's straightforward reaction, which actually made his sluggish heart beat faster.The rapid heartbeat caused the body temperature to rise rapidly, and Felix felt a little dizzy while holding his hot fist.He turned his head to look at the bare wall on one side, stared at it for a while, and asked what was the matter after his body temperature dropped.

Cyril hesitated for a long time before speaking.

The experience brought by the dream is too real.

And it was unbelievable for him to dream about these things.

It's hard to make it clear to Felix.

He was also worried that it would hurt Felix again.

Seeing that Cyril did not speak for a long time, although the vampire was puzzled, he patiently waited for him to speak.

"You... had two lovers before, right? One was named Ayton and the other was named Hans. The vampire we met in the cemetery was not called EG, but Finn. He was Ayton's younger brother ,Is it right?"

Cyril's words took Felix by surprise.At first he thought that Cyril had seen his assignment report, but after thinking about it, he only mentioned Finn in the report, even if Cyril could guess the relationship between him, Ayton and Finn from the report , but it was impossible for him to guess Hans from it anyway-a name he had never mentioned.

He told no one about Hans.

After burying Hans who committed suicide, he has been living a solitary life.Away from humans, and from their own race.When he found that he could not bear the self-blame and loneliness calmly, he thought of committing suicide.

Pierce your own heart with a sword like Hans did.

Or leap into the sun like Ayton.

But he can't.

He hasn't forgotten his promise to Aaron.

He cannot decide his own life or death, he cannot choose to die by himself.

Because he relied on his brother's blood to survive, and the child wanted him to live.

Seeing that Felix refused to speak, Cyril bit her cheek in frustration, worried that she had uncovered the hidden wound that her beloved would not touch.He stared at Felix, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, in a moment of dilemma.Changmeng should have nothing to do with this case, maybe he shouldn't be so impatient.

Although he had misgivings, Felix did not doubt Cyril.He has a natural and firm trust in the young man in front of him, as if the world should be like this.The story about those two names has passed for a long time. He used to keep his mouth shut, but when someone mentioned it suddenly, the wound that he thought healed was torn apart fiercely. .

"I haven't told anyone about them, how do you know?"

"I... I had two dreams."

Cyril talked about his experience in the branch last night, and told Felix everything he saw in his dream.But the second dream was not finished.He saw that Felix was struggling with pain.

He couldn't bear to say any more, couldn't bear to say Hans' final choice-he guessed that what he saw in his dream was the truth, and those were exactly what Felix experienced. He never mentioned it, and he never forget.

Cyril couldn't bear to let Felix witness the death of his lover again.

"What happened next?" Seeing that Cyril suddenly stopped, Felix, who had kept his head down, raised his head to look at him, and asked in a serious tone.

"You should know what happened." Cyril refused to say.

"What happened next? What happened?" Felix asked persistently.

They look at each other.

There was a strange determination and sternness hidden in Felix's eyes, which was quite different from his usual indifference.Cyril suddenly felt unbearable pain, and clenched his fists violently, but finally he couldn't help getting up and hugging Felix, before he struggled, he lowered his head and kissed his lips.

"He killed himself."

Dull pain flashed through Felix's eyes, he gently pushed Cyril away, put one hand on the table, and crumpled the piece of paper under his palm.

"Is that why you said that to me?"

Cyril, you will grow old soon, and die soon.

But I will always be the way I am now.

Is it because of Ayton's business that he refuses to transform him into his kind?

Having learned from the past, be cautious, for fear of repeating the same mistakes.

"You are important to me, Felix, and to you, I am too, right?" Cyril didn't touch Felix, but just stared down.He noticed the paper, the crooked writing being squeezed into the palm of Felix's palm, the vampire's pale fist trembling.

Cyril would not be surprised if Felix said anything more refusal or even unfeeling at this time.

He touched Felix's heart in that dream.He has seen Felix's bright smile and pure love. At that time, the vampire was like every young man who had a vision for tomorrow. He believed in everything in the world, in love and hope, and in this world except for his flesh and blood. There are deeper things that are equally indestructible.

But his soul was scratched by that indestructible thing.

The vampire was not born so indifferent. He was scarred by the sun and the shadow of the sword, and had to hide the bleeding soft flesh in the hard scab.

At this time, Cyril finally understood what Felix said.

He cannot replace that shadow.

He couldn't replace Ayton, because Ayton turned into rotten flesh and bones in the sun, and hatred grew into a poisonous thorn embedded in Felix's heart.

Because Felix would not give another person the chance to be a monster and a thorn.

He still harbors a distant kindness towards humans.

And Cyril finally discovered his greed at this time.

At first he just wanted to be a lamb at the shepherd's feet, a tribute and a sacrifice.

At first, he just wanted to repay the favor.

And Felix gave him more than a lamb, more than a tribute.

Felix lied to him.

He is not a cat.

The hurtful things Felix said are the best evidence.

Just because the cat is cute, I want to stay by my side.Not too many people, because they are lazy, drunk, angry, because they can't help but kill the cat, try to trick it into a sunny roof, so that it can find its kind, find a playmate, and keep it away from dangerous soul.

"We can be like this now. I won't think about how to get you, and you don't want to think about how to avoid me." He said, putting a hand on Felix's shoulder, "My life is short, just like dew rest on your shoulders."

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