Gong is a heartthrob

Since Angor came back from the palace, Xavier's health has become worse.

He didn't understand why Angel rejected the queen, but he could feel that the rules were rejecting him more and more.With his ability, he can stop the backlash of the rules on the body at any time, but according to his death aesthetics, he does not reject such death, so he let the body decline.

Contrary to his casual attitude, Angel felt anxious about his worsening condition, and he tried his best to take care of the Earl's daily life, but the meticulous care could not prevent the flowers from withering, and his face became paler and paler , Angor's heart became more and more painful.

One day, after Xavier finished reviewing the official documents, he went to bed early.His sleep time was getting longer and longer, as if he couldn't dispel the endless exhaustion. After Angel tucked the quilt for him and blew out the candles, he stared at the immature and pale face of his sweetheart in his sleep for a long time, thinking that he was like this The rose in the manor, but he is unique, the most beautiful and the most fragile, and needs to be protected.

Xavier likes flowers, and also likes that the manor is full of all kinds of flowers, but the bugs brought by the flowers are annoying. Several red envelopes were bitten out of his white and tender arms by bugs, which were itchy and painful. Execute the bugs that bit him on the spot.Angel saw the rare childish expression on his immature face, and the tenderness and love in his heart softened his heart.But that softness also came with pain, and he didn't like any marks of pain on a face that should have been smiling happily. He wanted the sun to flood his face, make his blond hair more brilliant, A look of joy appeared on the childish face, revealing dimples as sweet as candy.

So he held his slender wrist and gently applied the ointment until the coolness in his hand smoothed his frowning.

When Angor found himself in love with Xavier, the gentle and continuous pain followed him like a shadow.Those annoying little thoughts also appeared from time to time, disturbing his thoughts.

Will he laugh at me?If things are done right, will he stroke my hair as gently as last time?

...will he love me?

Angel's desire for him deepened day by day, but his behavior was more restrained, and he never expressed his heart in a hurry, but silently resolved all worries for him.

"Ange."

He followed the voice of the other party to look.

"Push me to the studio."

"it is good."

Xavier's legs were paralyzed due to the sudden exacerbation of the disease, and he could only rely on a wheelchair to travel. Such a strange disease with no trace can be found. In this age when medicine is not yet developed, it is almost impossible to completely cure it.

Xavier said, "Ange, let me draw a portrait of you."

"it is good."

When he picked up the paintbrush and looked at the model sitting opposite him, he couldn't help being stunned.

A person like Xavier who is not distracted, has been with him for so long, but now it is the first time to look at his deacon's face seriously, with neatly combed brown hair, high nose bridge, and thin lips, but The most attractive thing was his eyes—dark brown eyes with a calm expression, but when Xavier looked at him, he saw emotions in them that he didn't understand.

emotion.The whole body is like being wrapped in a quilt, which is so warm and soft that people sigh.

He was almost touched.

almost.

From noon to dusk, Xavier painted his outline, his expression.His movements were very slow, drowsiness gradually came to his head, and his body could hardly bear such a long-term load.Angel remained motionless, as if he was looking at the drawing board without blinking, but he was actually looking at the painter.

He fell asleep.The paintbrush fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

A tear streak ran down Angel's cheek.

……

Spring is here, and the flowers all over the city are in bloom.

The Anderson family held a grand funeral for the young earl, and the queen sent flowers all over the house.

Behind the noisy crowd, in a magnificent but silent house, Angel knelt beside the coffin of the little count sleeping, until the setting sun filled the earth and fell on the sleeping face of the little count.

He straightened up and placed a soft kiss on the little count's forehead, just like he had imagined countless times before.

If you are a dream, then I never want to wake up.

Please allow me to follow you forever, Xavier...

The author has something to say:

This world is over, and it becomes so sad as I write...

The next world writes about the campus male god, Xavier has become an oriental man