Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

"Why is an inn without roses called the Rose Garden?"

Cyril turned his head to look at the little magician who was squatting beside him and then lowered his head to study the floor tiles after asking the question.

A smile appeared in his lake-blue eyes, and he gently brushed his fingers over the Cecilia roses that had just been transplanted in the flower bed.

"Now you have it, right? What a beautiful little rose."

A little rose that makes people want to love and protect it, to shield it from the wind and rain, and to keep it from any harm...

Xie Wei's long eyelashes trembled violently a few times. He sniffed gently, pursed his lips tightly, and tried his best to hold back the pain in his eyes.

Little Rose. He knew that Cyril was talking about the flowers they planted together in the flowerbed, but Sal always called him Little Rose, Little Rose. He... couldn't help but think that he was also a Little Rose. He also wanted to stay here, wanted to stay in the rose garden, wanted to stay here forever...

In the garden of the inn, the black-haired magician, whose legs were so numb that he could not stand up after squatting for so long, was carried by a young man with long curly hair to sit on a rattan chair under the pavilion.

Cyril took out a bottle of fruit wine and two glass cups from his space ring and placed them on the small tea table. After pouring a full glass of fruit wine for himself and Xie Wei, he sat on the rattan chair on the other side and spoke.

“Cecilia rose is a kind of rose that is unique to my hometown. It is not found anywhere else because it is very delicate and only grows in the purest and fertile soil in the southern region.

Before Yrel was born, Elodie and I bought the land to build the hotel. We planned to settle here and live a free life in Bellagia. "

Having said this, Cyril paused and looked at the little magician who had raised his head and was listening to him carefully.

"But, many things seem very simple and ordinary, but it is very difficult to possess them."

"Because if you want to get something, you have to exchange it for something else. For example, if Iloti and I settled in Bellagio, we wouldn't be able to see our favorite flowers often. But if Iloti and I go back to our hometown in the south, we won't be able to live a comfortable life like we do here."

Cyril seemed to be just chatting, but Xie Wei remembered every word he said.

"Five years ago, my father sent me a letter with just a few lines. He was sick and asked me to come home.

Elodie accompanied me home to meet my father and some of the family members.

My father didn't like Elodie and wanted me to marry a girl of his choice. Pretty extreme, right? So I was very, very unhappy and only stayed in my hometown in the south for a month before returning to Bellagio.

More than half a year before Yrel was born, my father compromised. He no longer mentioned marrying me to the girl of his choice, but instead planned a grand wedding ceremony for us.

After Yrel was born, I began to take over part of the family business, but after being busy for most of the year, I could return to Bellagio to rest for a few months, and this year is no exception.

We have been resting in Bellagio for three months. A few days ago, my father sent me a letter urging me to go home, saying that he had a lot of work to do for me, so at the end of this month, we will leave Bellagio and return to the southern region.

Will you come with us?"

Xie Wei held the glass and sipped the sweet fruit wine. When he heard Cyril's last sentence, he didn't know how to respond for a moment, so he took a big sip of the fruit wine...

At five o'clock in the morning, Cyril returned to the hotel attic with Xie Wei, who was sleeping soundly with red cheeks, on his back.

"Cyril, he is in poor health and can't drink." After reaching out to touch the little magician's forehead, Elodie said to the man sitting beside the bed, who was wiping the face and hands of the sleeping boy with a wet towel.

"Not even fruit wine."

"Just this time, I promise." Cyril put Xie Wei's arm into the quilt and covered him. His hair had returned to its original platinum color at some point.

The young man lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, had some changes in his originally handsome appearance with black hair and black eyes. Xie Wei's appearance returned to his original appearance, and his long black hair returned to its original platinum color.

Cyril sat by the bed and looked at Xie Wei for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion.

As good looking as him.