[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Through the glass windows of the club, Lydia could clearly see Sherlock's movements and demeanor.

That was the Sherlock that Lydia had never seen before, the courteous hand kiss, as if the favor of the lady opposite was all he wanted.

She suddenly didn't like her prank...

According to Lydia's original plan, she suddenly appeared to scare Sherlock and Watson after they completed their tasks.

It was a little prank she played on her friends, harmless but unexpected enough.

Lydia lowered her eyes and stopped looking at the opposite club. She turned and returned to the carriage.

"Lydia? Where are you going now?"

Mrs. Smith did not expect Lydia to return to the carriage so soon.

"go home……"

Lydia replied flatly, as if the enthusiastic person in front was not herself.

"So……"

Mrs. Smith hesitated a little, looked out of the alley, and saw Sherlock with the window at the window and the woman opposite him.

"Okay, you're tired today, it's better to go back and rest early. You can send Miss Mary's letter to Dr. Watson by someone else."

"No, let's pass by Baker Street and deliver the letter. Didn't I bring a snack for Mrs. Hudson? Let's deliver it together."

Lydia still changed her mind, and the depression just now seemed to have disappeared, but her eyes were a little darker, and the dark green eyes were no longer so bright.

..............................

After a quiet dinner, Lydia returned to her room, and Mrs. Smith sighed and left without further ado.

Her room is next to Lydia, so she went back quickly, intending to pay more attention to Lydia today.

Generally, when Lydia is in a bad mood during the day, she is more likely to have nightmares at night, and then it will be difficult for Lydia to fall asleep.

And Lydia in the room changed into her sleeping attire, sat in front of her dressing table, and combed her hair.

Mary's reply to her was still on the desk aside. Lydia had read it this morning and remembered what Mary had said.

She said in the letter: "John and I are very good, but I can't help but wonder if John cares about me. I can go to London to find him for him, but can he leave London for me? I am still different from him. Yes, Lydia, I began to worry, do I like him enough, can I give up my old life for him. Or conversely, is John willing to change for me? Even has he thought about our future. Thanks You worry about me, but I think I can wait and wait for people to think things over and make decisions."

Lydia hadn't understood how Mary felt when she read the letter in the morning.

But now, Lydia understands a little...

She thought she liked Sherlock herself.

So I will be very happy to see him, and I will like to talk to him, even if it is to argue with each other.

Sometimes my heart beats faster, I like it!

She was no longer the woman who only liked handsome officers, she liked Sherlock, who was smart and sharp, and she liked him.

This cognition popped up so clearly after seeing Sherlock courting others, and the jealousy was so obvious.

Lydia put down the comb in her hand, ignoring the hair she had torn from it.

After confirming that she liked Sherlock, Lydia didn't feel joy.

She just feels sad, very sad, she doesn't know if she can be happy, does she have the ability to be happy.

She liked Sherlock, did she like him enough?

Further, does she love Sherlock, can she love Sherlock?

Lydia violently brushed her hair with her hands and supported her head in frustration.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Sherlock was not the right person for her. In Lydia's original plan, she never considered marriage at all.

From the very beginning, she never planned to marry again, and she couldn't bear the patience and torture in marriage.

While thinking this way, Lydia found even more frustrated that Sherlock didn't love her.

Lydia held her hand tightly, the pain of nails sinking into her palm was so obvious.

John and Mary are still in love, and Mary is still worried about John's heart.

And Sherlock, who never took the initiative to find himself...

Sherlock who has never shown that he likes himself...

Sherlock who courts other women...

Lydia looked at the sad self in the mirror, the tears she couldn't shed, as if she saw the desperate self in her previous life.

Trembling with clenched fists, he ruthlessly smashed the mirror in front of him, once, twice...

Blood stained the shattered mirror, and Lydia in the mirror was shattered.

"Lydia! Lydia, what's the matter?"

Mrs. Smith, who heard the sound, rushed in immediately.

She rushed to Lydia's side in her nightgown.

All I saw was Lydia curled up into a ball, weeping uncontrollably.

"My dear, Lydia, it's all right...it's nothing...everything is fine, everything's fine."

Thinking that Lydia was in a nightmare again, Mrs. Smith hugged Lydia and patted her on the back.

……

Lydia curled up and hugged herself and cried, as if she could give herself some warmth.

"Lydia, I'm Mrs. Smith, and it was just a nightmare, just a dream."

Mrs. Smith continued to comfort Lydia. With the success of her career in the past two years, Lydia has fewer and fewer nightmares, and rarely collapses.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Smith was a little worried.

……

Lydia, who gradually calmed down, did not tell Mrs. Smith the truth, and her bleeding hand was being examined by Mrs. Smith.

"It hurts. I'll go get Baixian. There won't be any scars. Don't worry."

Mrs. Smith got up to get her things, but she returned anxiously and comforted Lydia first, fearing that her departure would make Lydia collapse again.

"You don't need to take white meat, just wrap it up casually."

Lydia replied without looking at her bleeding wound.

"That can't be done. There are fragments of the mirror in the wound. If you don't take care of it, you will cry. Wait for me, and I'll be back soon."

Mrs. Smith patted Lydia on the shoulder and hurried away.

Soon, Mrs. Smith came with a bottle of medicine and a roll of gauze.

After using Baixian, the wound has recovered, but Mrs. Smith still wrapped the original wound with gauze.

"There are a few lenses pierced in. The wound looks small but deep. It looks better now, but the inside has not fully recovered. Don't accidentally scratch the wound again. I'll wrap it up for you. You better pay attention."

"How long does it take to wrap?"

Lydia looked at her right hand wrapped in gauze.

"Two or three days is enough. Is it ugly? It's okay."

Mrs. Smith put her wrapped and bowed hand back on Lydia's lap, feeling unprofessional but not ugly.

"Fortunately, I'd better not go out recently."

Lydia looked at the unrecognizable right hand and the bow on it, and couldn't bear to say it was ugly, and she didn't say anything against her will to praise her beauty.

"The next prom you plan to attend is five days away, enough time for you to recover."

Mrs. Smith put away her things and got up.

"If you can't sleep, you should close your eyes and rest. Don't read all night."

"Okay, Mrs. Smith, you go back to sleep."

Lydia nodded obediently, she couldn't see the collapse in front of her at all.

..............................

The next morning, John made a surprise visit, at the earliest courtesy call time.

"This is my reply to Mary, can you help me deliver it to her as soon as possible?"

John stuffed a letter in as soon as he saw Lydia.

"John, it's not that I don't want to help, but are you sure about your answer?"

I saw the letter yesterday and replied immediately this morning. From Lydia’s point of view, is this eagerness good? Very good, it shows that John cares about Mary, but Lydia is also afraid that under such eagerness, John has not fully thought it through.

"I'm sure! I'm sure!"

John was a little excited. He looked more haggard than Lydia, who could hardly sleep yesterday, but his spirits were high.

"John, listen to me, go back to sleep, then come to me and give me the last reply, okay?"

Lydia looked at John, whose eyes were flushed from the boil, and advised him to go to rest first. What Mary needed was a well-thought-out answer, not something that got carried away.

"Lydia! I'm sober, very sober!"

John's voice was sharper than usual contradicting his own remarks.

"I'll take you home, Mrs. Smith, and prepare the carriage for me."

Lydia woke up very late today, but still lacked sleep, and received John's visit before she had finished her breakfast. Fortunately, she didn't have an appetite, so she didn't plan to continue eating now.

"Lydia! I said I was sober! I've figured it out. I'm a doctor and I know I don't look well, but it's just after a night!"

John tried hard to restrain his impatience and irritability, trying to persuade Lydia.

"It's not too late to answer me after you sleep, let's go, go to the door, the carriage is ready."

Lydia was unmoved. Seeing that John was unwilling to accept her suggestion, she simply used threats.

"Are you going by yourself or I'll find someone to stun you and take you away."

"I do not go!"

John's rare stubbornness just sat on the sofa and refused to leave.

Lydia waved her hand, and Ruth came with a strong manservant, and knocked John unconscious with a hand knife.

"Hold him into the carriage, be careful, don't hurt him."

Lydia, who was so neat that people stunned John, also ordered people to carry it carefully. I don't know what John thinks.

Send John back to his room at 221b Baker Street, Lydia intends to leave.

"Shall we go now? Better stay and have a cup of tea."

After taking care of John and making sure he was lying on the bed well, Mrs. Hudson kept Lydia who sent him back, and gave Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa motionless a look of hatred.

"No, there are still things at home."

Lydia's smile was faint, not as bright as usual.

The reddish eyes and pale face made Lydia look a bit haggard.

"Your hand hurt? How did it hurt?"

Sherlock, who had been sitting still on the sofa and didn't move when John was moved in, suddenly appeared beside Lydia's right hand, and reached out to pick up Lydia's right hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve.

Lydia didn't expect Sherlock's action to be so sudden, and he retracted his right hand like an electric shock.

"It's just an accident."

"I'm leaving first, bye."

Lydia smiled at Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson, and left downstairs with her skirt in hand.

..............................

In February, the weather is still cold, but London is still a lively social season.

The ball at the Duke's house was the most luxurious and extravagant Lydia had ever seen, with gorgeous skirts and shining diamond jewelry everywhere.

After the dance starts, if you stand next to the band.You can see a row of title holders and their wives dancing.

And the conversation center next to the dance floor is also full of rich and powerful.

Lydia was looking at the ball with the eyes of admiring the nobles, and beside her were Miss Bell and her fiancé.

"Lydia, you don't come to my house in London. Will my brother's business competition with you still affect my friendship with you?"

After Mrs. Bell's death, Lydia's territory expanded rapidly, overwhelming Mr. Bell.

Because of this, Lydia didn't go to Bell's house to make trouble.

"I'll bother you in two days. I'm afraid that in the future, you will dislike me and come to your door to disturb your romantic time."

Lydia jokes about having a fiancé with the rosy Miss Bell.

Miss Bell's fiancé was arranged by Mrs. Bell, but fortunately both parties are satisfied, so Lydia's joke is also appropriate.

"Aren't you envious, then find someone to be romantic with, and come here to tease me."

Miss Bell generously accepted her envy and even fought back against Lydia.

"Sister Bell, look at my age, it's too early to say this now."

After Lydia got acquainted with Miss Bell, she could talk freely, not to mention that Miss Bell herself didn't shy away from her fiancé who looked like a wallflower, let alone shy away from her.

"Don't act like you're only thirteen or fourteen years old, you're obviously old enough to get married. Just as I was talking, your peach blossoms came. We're leaving, so I won't disturb you."

After finishing speaking, Miss Bell walked away gracefully with her fiancé on her arm.

Lydia was puzzled for a moment, then turned around to look behind her, and then the black thread found that it was Mr. Hurt who came to look for her.

She hasn't found out what's going on with this gentleman yet.

"Miss Lydia, I was rude last time we met, I don't know if you can forgive me."

Mr. Hurt's handsome appearance and status as a man of the hour attracted a lot of attention wherever he went.

Now, with all eyes on him, he apologized to Lydia aggrievedly.

Lydia only felt that he was full of malice.

Under the condemning gazes of all those who paid attention to Mr. Hurt, Lydia replied with an innocent expression of incomprehension.

"Mr. Hurt's words are serious. I really don't know how to forgive him for being rude?"

"It's best if there's no misunderstanding, then Miss Lydia would do me a favor and dance with me."

Mr. Hurt leaned forward and stretched out his hand, looking into Lydia's eyes as if he could speak, as if he was saying, since there is no unpleasantness, how can you refuse my invitation to dance.

At the same time, Lydia has already felt gazes from all directions, including Mr. Hurt's admirers and those who pay attention to Lydia.

For example, Earl McLean and Mr. Martin, who were watching the show, were amazed by the Jones family's development...

Of course, Miss Bell and her fiancé, who just walked away, were also indispensable.

And the Holmes brothers who were honored to attend.