The cool night wind blew gently. Nia stood on the rooftop, leaning against the chimney, looking up at the night sky above.
Dark clouds gathered in the afternoon, but unexpectedly, the rain clouds drifted away, revealing the bright moon above.
Through the faint haze, so stars in the sky could still be seen. If the sll of the street wasn’t so pungent, this would have been a cool night.
Suddenly, Nia lowered her head. Her gaze seed attracted by a faint light. She looked towards the opposite window. Through the curtains, a candlelight could be seen lit inside.
Under the candlelight’s illumination, the reflection of one person holding another appeared on the curtains.
That’s... Oh, Miss Ciel is awake? Young Mistress fell asleep instead...
Makes sense. Young Mistress recently saw hope for advancent, staying up almost all night for the Reconstitution Ritual. Falling asleep while watching over Miss Ciel is also normal.
After seeing Miss Ciel’s figure place Young Mistress on the bed and cover her with the quilt, Nia’s gaze shifted away from the window. After scanning the surroundings and finding nothing, she continued looking up at the bright moon in the sky.
But a few minutes later, Nia seed to hear sothing, lowered her head sowhat surprisedly, looking towards the curtains.
In her vision, the two figures in the curtains sat facing each other, then one figure gradually pressed forward, pushing the other figure down onto the bed.
This this this...
Nia scratched her tal chin with her fingers, coughed lightly twice in embarrassnt, and glanced left and right.
Young people nowadays are really...
Nia’s right hand lifted, seeming to grasp sothing, and waved it towards the window.
It was a piece of red-hot iron armor, sticking to the wall when thrown below the window.
As Nia’s right palm opened, a thin tal iron curtain slowly rose, covering the entire window, blocking others’ view.
Regarding matters between n and won, having lived for so long, she had heard a little. But between won... can they have children?
But the good thing is, she probably doesn’t need to remind Young Mistress about contraception anymore.
No wonder Young Mistress refused those noble children’s dance invitations since childhood; turns out the gender was wrong.
The moonlight is truly beautiful.
Nia crossed her arms before her chest plate, looked up at the moon, contemplating these topics—in her long life, she was accustod to thinking about these “boring” things, keeping her mind active.
...
anwhile, inside Ciel’s room, the faint fragrances of the young won intertwined.
From simple probing to gradually intensifying, the young won’s breathing gradually beca heavy.
Avena’s hands had already lifted, passing through Ciel’s hair, hooking around her neck.
Ciel’s hanging hair scattered beside her face. Surrounded by Ciel’s scent, this dreamlike feeling made Avena feel slightly suffocated, even forgetting how to breathe, just wanting to maintain this mont.
Avena didn’t even notice, she didn’t know when she had closed her eyes. She didn’t know what to do next, just felt extrely happy like this.
At least since she could rember, this was the first ti she experienced this kind of joy and relaxation that seed capable of abandoning reason.
Gradually, Avena’s hands were no longer content just hanging around Ciel’s neck, but started sliding down Ciel’s body restlessly, feeling the different texture with her fingertips.
However, a drop of water landed on her closed left eye, pulling Avena back from her chaotic thoughts. She slowly opened her right eye, looking at Ciel, who also had her eyes tightly shut at this mont.
But at this mont, tears hung in Ciel’s eyes.
Ciel?
Avena withdrew her hands, slowly pressed Ciel’s shoulders, pushing her slightly away. After slightly calming her breath, she whispered, “Did I... hurt you?”
Avena’s voice was slightly nervous. She didn’t know what she did just now, what kind of force she used—in fact, she couldn’t exert much strength just now either.
“Hm? It’s fine...”
In Avena’s vision, Ciel slowly straightened her body, then sowhat surprisingly raised her hand to touch her own cheek.
At this mont, Ciel seed to just notice she was crying.
“Strange...” Ciel randomly wiped the tears on her face with her hand, but the more she wiped, the more tears flowed, as if the dam completely broke without restraint, even though Ciel had absolutely no intention of crying.
Even Ciel didn’t realize that the pressure she had been accumulating, suppressed deep in her heart, was released slightly at this mont.
Tonight, just now, perhaps was the most stress-free mont for Ciel since three years ago.
At that mont, she seed not to need to consider life and death, survival, and becoming stronger, just needed to release her pressure freely.
And after coming back to her senses, the whispers in her head and the tearing pain in her spirit reminded her again that she still lived in a dangerous world.
There was no sadness in her heart, but complexity, a complex emotion even she herself found hard to explain.
Avena, lying on the bed, looked at Ciel sitting there blankly and crying, only feeling sharp pangs in her heart.
In places she couldn’t see, when Ciel acted alone, how much suffering did she endure? How much pain did she suppress in her heart?
Although Avena had only perford spiritual healing for Ciel twice, both tis Avena felt intense painful emotions, and each ti the pain was different.
Avena knew Ciel still had many secrets she hadn’t unearthed yet.
But Avena wouldn’t actively ask. If Ciel’s heart could be opened, she would tell herself.
And now, what Ciel needed most was rest, letting her spirit completely relax.
Avena slowly raised her hand, grasping Ciel’s arm.
Suddenly grabbed, Ciel looked sowhat puzzledly at Avena below. Imdiately after, she felt bursts of pulling force from Avena’s hand.
Although the strength was small, Ciel didn’t resist, but slowly leaned down following Avena’s force.
Soon, just as Ciel’s cheek was about to touch Avena’s face, Avena abruptly turned her body, looking like she wanted to turn over and switch positions.
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