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"Mrs. Mill?" Benoit was stunned, and said again: "The doctor's wife?"

"Ah."

"It seems that the first time I met you, you were with her."

Nibel nodded, looking very disturbed.At this time, the maid downstairs rang the bell to indicate that the food was ready, and Benoit led Nibel downstairs.

Sitting at the table, today I prepared creamy potato soup. The staple food is beef, which is steaming on the table.Benoit came out after going into the kitchen, holding a cup with some hot tea in his hand.

"Why are you in such a bad state? Did you really not get hurt just now? If you get hurt, you must tell me. Some tea can make people wake up, but this tea can calm the nerves. You can drink a little."

"Ah good."

Benoit sat down, spread out the napkin, and looked at Nibel: "What's wrong with you?"

"A little dizzy, it's not a big deal."

"Really, then hurry up and finish your meal and go to rest."

Sitting at the table, Nibel recalled the scene just now.At that time, Benoit went downstairs, and after a while there was a sound from the window.

"Benoit? What are you doing, come in, it's too dangerous!" He only saw a man with red hair lying on the window, so he touched the wall and opened the window. "It's really dangerous for you to do this, and it's not like there's no door."

It wasn't until the man stood in front of him and approached him that he realized something was wrong.

"Master, long time no see, have you even forgotten me?" The man grabbed a thin strap around his neck and showed it to him.

Nibel narrowed his eyes: "Basile?"

"It seems that you haven't forgotten me." Basile stroked his hair, which could be tied into a low ponytail at this time, with the ends sweeping over his shoulders.

"What are you doing here?" Nibel took two steps back.

"Don't you ask me where I've been all this time?" Basile frowned and took a step forward.

"It's not my home that's been burned." Nibel had no expression on his face, but grabbed the corner of his clothes with his hands.After not seeing Basile for so long, Basile's temperament became very different from before.His speech became frivolous, and his actions were also very presumptuous.

"During this time, you've made it easier for me to find you." The red-haired man put his head close to Nibel's ear, only then did Nibel realize that Basile was actually a little taller than him when he stood upright. "It was on fire at the time. I was very anxious and looked for you everywhere. When I heard about you again, you had been hidden by Guy's house and you had become a blind man—"

After a pause, he straightened up and continued, "They have worked hard to find a good doctor for you, and now it seems that they have achieved little success."

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Nibel closed his eyes.Keeping his eyes open for a long time makes him feel uncomfortable, so he usually closes his eyes when he is not facing Benoit.

"Nothing." Basile walked behind Nibel, stood in the middle of the room and looked around. "I didn't expect you to be such a brave person, rushing into the flames for a man I've only seen a few times."

He laughed and said again: "Some people accompany you day and night, but you ignore them and ruin their kindness, just like you poured out a bottle of hot goat's milk, mercilessly. Your heart How indestructible it is, no amount of tenderness can enter your heart."

"As for now—now your heart is finally as soft as ours, isn't it?"

"What are you trying to say!" Nibel turned around.

Basile took off the collar around his neck and shook it in front of Nibel. Seeing that Nibel closed his eyes, he clicked his tongue and walked over to pinch his mandible.

"Open your eyes, sir." He picked up the collar and forced Nibel to open his eyes to look at it. "How you love to be in control! It must be very pleasant to you to be in control?"

"No."

Basile tightened his hands and glared at him fiercely, but his tone was still so respectful.This kind of hypocrisy Nibel felt very disgusted, and he wanted to turn his head away, but was pushed back.

"You're right, maybe it's not controlling, but playing." Basile looked behind Nibel, but he didn't focus: "You enjoy the pleasure of being above others, playing with others. You tease others as you like, No matter what the consequences are. When you get tired, you leave, no matter how broken the person's heart."

"Shut up, don't speculate on me casually."

"Conjecture? Isn't what I said the truth?"

"What the hell do you know?" Nibel began to get annoyed.

"I don't understand, who understands? You think only Mr. Guy really understands you, don't you?"

Nibel closed his eyes without speaking, and Basile let go.

"Are you sure? Do you really think he hasn't heard about your romantic anecdotes, or that he can trust you if he has? Or do you think he will believe that you play with other people's feelings because of difficulties?"

Nibel went to the bed, and Basile followed him, chattering.He was tired of listening and wanted to sit down.

During these few days of convalescence, he never thought that his former little follower would become so aggressive, which made him very angry.

"My lord, you are wrong. There is no reason to be disrespectful to feelings. There is no one in the world who can step into a river of love and get out intact, even if the river only wets a little bit of your clothes!" Basile Seeing that Nibel wanted to sit down, he grabbed him by the collar and picked him up.

"Oh, of course, it is also possible that you are unrequitedly in love with Mr. Guy, after all he is so beautiful." Seeing that Nibel's expression was loose, he said triumphantly: "He took you in kindly and treated you with gratitude, you But you have such dirty thoughts about him. While you are perfunctory others with false feelings, you never thought that one day, you would show your sincerity? What's more, now, who will believe your sincerity? "

Nibel gave Basile a sharp push, and Basile hit the bedside table and sat down with a thud.

"Instead of leaving in embarrassment after the truth is discovered, it's better to come back as soon as possible, sir." Basile patted the non-existent ashes on his clothes, threw the collar to Nibel, and said to Nibel before jumping out of the window: "Outside is It's changed."

After he was gone, Nibel sat back on the bed and stuffed the collar into his pocket.He tried to put the bedside table back in its place, but gave up when he heard Benoit coming upstairs.

Whether Benoit will find out about his feelings, he doesn't really care, after all, he has never hidden it.

After finishing dinner mechanically, Nibel put down his spoon and saw that Benoit was still eating, so he said he had to go upstairs first.

"Wait, I'll support you!" Benoit said and was about to put down the tableware, but Nibel shook his hand and refused.

"I'm not totally blind."

Holding on to the handrail, he walked slowly.

It would not be wrong to say that Basile missed the point entirely.He knew very well that the reason why his current life could go on was because he and Benoit maintained a strange tacit understanding.

Since he woke up, both of them pretended that the past had never happened and hid in the castle all winter.He never asked, and Benoit never answered. The external affairs seemed to be the scars of the two of them.

Whether Benoit will believe him, he is not sure, so he has always been very secretive about love.

He raised one hand, touched the uneven scar on his neck, and suddenly flew into the air and fell down on the stairs.

Benoit ran over wearing slippers. The slippers were made of dark green velvet satin with gold threads on the sides. They flashed in front of his eyes, like two butterflies in his blurred vision.

Nibel knew that Benoit's body was weak, but in his memory, when Benoit approached him countless times, his steps were firm and powerful.Whenever he needs Benoit, Benoit will come, never hesitate.

So, he thought, maybe Benoit would believe his sincerity?

A sense of regret invaded his heart, and finally turned into some blurred faces.