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Nibel fell on the stairs, simply turned over, and looked at Benoit.Benoit had squatted beside him, reaching out to help him.

"Monsieur Guy," Niebel squinted his eyes, "Benoit."

"Huh?" Benoit had already grabbed his arm.

Niebel put his arms around Benoit's neck and pulled him down. The stairs hurt his spine, but he didn't care.He raised his face and let Benoit get closer: "I can't see clearly."

Benoit didn't ask anything, and lowered his head obediently. Seeing that their faces were getting closer and closer, their noses were almost touching.

"Benoit."

"Ah."

Nibel raised his head and gently pressed his lips against it.Benoit did not open his mouth to obey him, nor did he push him away, but quietly lowered his eyes.

"Why don't you push me away?" Niebel leaned on Benoit's tightly closed lips and asked in a low voice, the air flowed between his lips.

Benoit looked at Niebel, leaned his head back a little, distanced himself, frowned slightly, and asked him what was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

"I mean, are you sick?"

"What's wrong?" Nibel was agitated: "If I tell you I'm uncomfortable, can I do anything to you?"

The other party didn't answer, but Nibel understood the other party's meaning.He let go of Benoit, pushed him away, and stood up.

"Including going to bed, can it be?"

Benoit was still squatting on the stairs, looking up at him. "I don't see why it's done."

"You can hold hands, hug or even kiss, but you can't go to bed? It seems that you have a bottom line."

"I just don't understand... Nibel, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? Then let me tell you now, I'm not feeling well, I'm sick, I'm going crazy, if you reject me, I'll die, is that okay?"

Benoit stood up with a puzzled expression.Nibel was so angry that his face turned red, he trembled slightly, and his tone was very fragile, like the wings of a butterfly flapping when it was dying.

He stepped forward to grab Nibel's hand, but was thrown away again.Nibel turned around, said that he was going upstairs, and asked Benoit to go back to eat.

"Nibel, what's the matter with you?"

"Thank you for your care during this time, I know you have worked hard."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, even I have my own things to do, I mean business or something, don't you think so?"

"Are you leaving? But your eyes are not good yet, and you need someone to take care of you."

"My servants will also do what I do." Nibel walked up the stairs holding on to the handrail, walking slowly but firmly.

Benoit hugged Nibel violently from behind, almost causing Nibel to fall. "But they can't do better than me. Is it because I'm not good enough?"

"No, you're doing fine."

"Then why are you going back?"

"At least they open their mouths when I ask them to sleep with me."

As soon as the words fell, Nibel realized what he had said.He squeezed Yamane: "Sorry, I was a little angry, and I was a little out of choice. I didn't mean that."

Benoit let go of his hand holding him, with a dazed expression, but unfortunately Nibel couldn't see him, so he just continued to go upstairs.

"Nibel, look at me." His voice was almost choked up. "Look back at me and promise me not to leave, okay?"

Nibel's heart was in severe pain, and Benoit's voice scratched his atrium like a knife. Although it was light and weak, the pain it brought did not diminish in the slightest.He clenched his fingers tightly on the railing and didn't look back.

"You still need to be taken care of now. Who will take care of you when you leave? Aren't we friends? Can there be a servant who is more considerate than me?" Benoit asked persistently.

"I said, there will always be someone. Besides, what is a friend, do you know what a friend is?"

"Why don't I understand? You said you were leaving, and I felt very sad, as if something had split my brain."

"Friends are people who meet often, but don't stay with them day and night. Friends are people who know that the other person is leaving, but they don't feel sad, but wave their hands to see him off. Shedan still hopes that the other person will be well alone." Nibel turned his back to Benoit: "What about you? Do you think so?"

"Then what is our relationship?"

"How do I know?" Nibel didn't want to talk any more.He felt his eyes were hot, his head was dizzy, and he would be unable to stand if he didn't leave.Benoit didn't follow, he heard Benoit's footsteps getting farther and farther away.

Maybe that's all for now, he thought.

Benoit didn't know where he went that night, and he never returned to his room.Maybe he went to the guest bedroom. He didn't sleep all night, and his eyes were sore.

It's really time to leave, after all, there's no reason for a guest to force the host into the guest bedroom.

The next morning, Dr. Sun came to give him acupuncture as usual.

"Why are you so haggard? Let me give you an extra injection to refresh yourself."

"Thank you, Dr. Sun."

"Oh, what happened last night, you didn't seem to sleep all night, and Master Guy also fell ill. Why, did you quarrel?"

"What?" Nibel stood up suddenly, so scared that Dr. Sun hurriedly held him down.

"As soon as I came, their servants told me that Master Guy had a severe fever. His body is weak, and a normal person will be fine after a day or two of fever, but his fever is endless." Dr. Sun sighed: "A common cold would kill him half the time for us."

Nibel clutched the pillow cover, lowered his head and did not speak, listening to Dr. Sun's rambling.

"I also came to see Master Guy when he was a child. In the words of my hometown, he was born with a deficiency of energy and blood, so he was always weak. At that time, he was a sensible and withdrawn child, a stranger. I don’t dare to look at the doctor when I come here, but I’m used to the doctor.” Dr. Sun smiled: “Most children are afraid of seeing a doctor, but he is not afraid, and sometimes he is even more familiar with the process of seeing a doctor than us.”

Benoit, shy and evasive, Nibel imagined, was lovely.

"I didn't expect him to be able to make friends. I thought he would stay at home forever." Dr. Sun lit a wormwood to smoke Nibel, and Nibel subconsciously held his breath.

"A long time ago, Master Guy secretly asked me how long I could live, which shocked me. I said that if you take good care of yourself, you can live for a long time. I asked him what's wrong. He said he was not in good health. If he had friends Or his lover, he may not be able to accompany them all the way, he is very afraid. He is afraid that those people will forget him, and he is afraid that those people will not forget him."

Nibel's eyes were moist, and he smiled softly: "Sometimes he is really surprising."

"Indeed, the child has always been soft-hearted."

That day Basile asked Nibel: "Now, your heart is also soft?" Nibel did not answer.He thought that his heart had not softened, but that Benoit had given him his own heart, so his heart was as soft as Benoit's now.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, he would also think about why he liked Benoit so much.Then he finally figured it out, maybe he was born waiting for Benoit, waiting for such a person to fill his empty chest.If everyone is born with a mission, then his mission is to find Benoit and fall in love with him.

From the moment he saw Benoit, the gears of fate began to turn.He is a driftwood struggling in the world, drifting aimlessly around until he meets someone who is destined.

Fate, wonderful fate!He closed his eyes, and the cool pillow was traces of his tears.