The book wears the author's daily life

Leo stayed in the cold and dark underground chamber all night, and Luo Yan lay alone on the bed tossing and turning for a long time before falling asleep again.However, Luo Yan slept in a daze until the middle of the night, when he felt the pain in his cheek, he reluctantly sat up from the bed.

The place where Leo's fist hit was numb and painful, like a needle prick.Luo Yan raised his hand and touched it lightly with his fingertips, then immediately frowned and took a deep breath.The situation seemed to be much worse than Luo Yan originally expected. He pulled on his slippers and walked into the bathroom, intending to get a wet towel to apply to his face, so as to get through the night at least.

The remaining water in the bucket has become the same as room temperature because it has been placed for a long time.Luo Yan knew that the best way to reduce swelling was to apply cold compresses for a period of time and then switch to hot compresses. Such a lukewarm temperature might not have much effect.However, Luo Yan picked out a towel and threw it into the bucket out of a fluke mentality that little is better than nothing.

The round mirror decorated with a gold frame on the wall reflected Luo Yan's figure. While soaking the towel, he quickly glanced into the mirror.The swollen half of the face was almost twice as fat as the other side, and there was a large bruise under the eye socket, which looked miserable and funny.

"Prince with pig head." Luo Yan gave himself a nickname for himself, and he used his hands to pluck the stubble that had protruded from his chin, and looked at the blond young man in the mirror quite narcissistically, "Sure enough With a handsome face, even if it turns into a pig's head, it's still better than my original face."

Suddenly, the face in the mirror seemed to change. Although it was still the same, Luo Yan thought that the blond person was no longer himself, but turned into Isabella.

I like your eyes.A small voice rang in Luo Yan's ear, Luo Yan was startled, and looked around hastily.The candles on the sconces were quietly emitting light, and he was alone in the beautifully decorated bathroom.

That's the color of spring.The magnetic voice came again after a brief pause. This time, Luo Yan recognized that it was Leo's voice.He remembered that Leo had said the same words to him, but now, this seemingly sweet love words turned into a great irony.

"Stop! Stop!" Luo Yan desperately covered his ears with both hands, but Leo's voice still came intermittently, as if all of this only existed in his mind.

With a click, the tormented Luo Yan punched the mirror, and countless fragments of the mirror stained with blood splattered to the ground, and the face in the mirror instantly became fragmented.

"This really hurts!" Luo Yan hurriedly tore off the belt around his waist and tied it on his hands. The weird voice lingering in his ears disappeared with the shattering of the mirror.

In the following time, Luo Yan endured the double pain on his cheek and the back of his hand until dawn in a daze.Leo prepared breakfast in advance and told Luo Yan that he would wait for him in the restaurant in another building.

It was a spacious and bright room with tall cathedral-style windows, gorgeous tapestries with the theme of four seasons hanging on the walls, and a long dining table that could accommodate more than 20 people at the same time. Leo sat at the head as usual, Luo Yan picked a seat not too far from Leo and sat down.

The atmosphere during the meal seemed a bit serious and depressing.Leo glanced at Luo Yan from time to time, obviously hesitating as if he had something to say but didn't know how to say it.Luo Yan didn't lift his head, but just looked at the food he was eating.He felt Leo's gaze, but after last night's conflict, he always felt that he was digging his own grave if he continued to coax Leo with false words.

"Your hand," hesitant Leo seemed to have finally made up his mind, said slowly, "it's hurt."

"I accidentally bumped into a pillar while walking." Although Leo was declarative, Luo Yan still explained the reason very cooperatively, but the reason was not true.

"Does your face still hurt?" Leo put down the silver knife and fork in his hand, and looked at Luo Yan's swollen half of his face with some concern.Leo was so angry that he couldn't control his strength at all.He knew that Luo Yan must have had a hard time last night, but with his personality, no matter what, he couldn't lose face and apologize to Luo Yan.

"It doesn't hurt." Luo Yan replied calmly.

Leo originally planned to take the opportunity to express his concern to Luo Yan, and then change the topic elsewhere.But Luo Yan's answer as if angry, blocked him from speaking.He put his hands on the dining table, and after a long while, he continued with displeasure on his face: "I thought about some things in the tomb last night, concerning her and you, Your Highness Lorenzo."

Leo rarely used the name "Lorenzo" to refer to Luo Yan.Probably aware of the seriousness of the other party, Luo Yan pushed aside the tomato soup he was drinking, straightened up and sat on the seat, looking back at Leo expressionlessly.The thick soup that flowed over the tip of the tongue preserved the sourness and sweetness of the tomato very well, but it also made Luo Yan's tongue that was accidentally knocked last night hurt again.

"Memory is a magical thing. Many things that you think you will never forget in your life will gradually fade away with the passage of time," Leo said in a low voice, "Once, I thought I loved her until the end of my life. It won't end for a moment, but now I can't even remember her face clearly."

Leo's voice became lower and lower, even a little trembling.If Luo Yan hadn't been sitting in front of him, he would have thought he was crying.

"I look very similar to her, you can use my face as a template." Luo Yan tried hard to pretend not to care.Eris was right, Leo never cared about other people's feelings.Rather than let him sit here and listen to Leo describe his love with Isabella, it would be better to poke a few holes in him with a dining knife.

"You two are only similar in hair color, eye pupils and surname, but I can always see her shadow in you, especially when you smile at me in her clothes, I will always have something The illusion that she never left."

Luo Yan felt that his fragile heart seemed to be tied to the target of the archery range, and every word of Leo was like a long arrow shot head-on.Although the opponent's archery is not good and always flies past the edge of the heart, but every now and then one or two flying arrows will hit the bull's-eye due to good luck, causing him to bleed profusely.

"Since you like women, why are you still treating me..." Luo Yan suddenly realized a terrible thing. If it is sad to be broken up by homosexuals, then it is troublesome to be broken up by heterosexuals What kind!

"Because you will always make my heart beat," Leo's tone seemed to have returned to his usual frivolity, "just like when I faced Isabella back then."

If the first half of Leo's sentence gave Luo Yan hope, then the second half of his sentence will undoubtedly completely crush the hope.

"Leo, is your heart fluttering because of me, or because I brought back the good memories of your time with Isabella?" Luo Yan felt that it was not an option to continue to be vague and ambiguous. They all pick it out.

Leo was completely questioned by Luo Yan, because he had never separated his feelings for Luo Yan and considered it separately.His relationship with Isabella, and his relationship with Luo Yan, these two feelings have long been tightly entangled.

During the years of losing Isabella, Leo has become accustomed to living with deep self-blame and guilt every day.Then one day, Luo Yan appeared, he was like a seed falling on Leo's heart with the wind, unknowingly took root, sprouted, and grew into a towering tree.However, Leo cared about Luo Yan because of Isabella, who had the same bright blond hair, the same green eyes, and Adela's surname.The past with Isabella seemed to have turned into wind, rain, and sunshine invisibly, making the tree in Leo's heart grow stronger and stronger.

"Is there a difference?" Leo asked quietly.

Luo Yan never thought that Leo would give such an answer. For a while, he felt that he was hallucinating just now.

How could there be no difference!I am straight or crooked according to your words!

After a long while, Luo Yan picked up the tomato soup on the table and drank it in one gulp, then said with a smile: "Of course it doesn't matter, if I can get your favor, I'd be willing to let me die, let alone now Just as a stand-in."

"Don't talk about death, I have already lost Isabella, and I must never lose you again." Leo stretched his arm and put his hand across the dining table to cover the back of Luo Yan's hand, "During those days when you were seriously ill, I'm almost going crazy. Can you imagine the feeling of watching you become weak and powerless? I feel like I have experienced Isabella's departure again. And when you survived, I felt Not only saved you, but also saved Isabella."

"It's amazing." Luo Yan exclaimed with a forced smile.

It turned out that for Leo, he was not only Isabella's substitute, but also Leo's spiritual salvation.Leo transferred all the guilt towards Isabella to him, and Leo treated him purely for psychological comfort, because Isabella was dead and he was still alive.

"Will you leave me, Luo Yan?"

"No." Luo Yan didn't see a satisfied expression on Leo's face, so he hurriedly added, "I swear on the honor of the Adela family, I will never leave you."

"Very good." Leo said as he stood up from the seat and walked to Luo Yan. "My rut hasn't passed yet."