Camellia camellia

The summer in Parramatta is very pleasant, the trees are shaded, and the sun is scattered from the leaves, casting a golden light and shadow all over the place.

Dr. Andrew had just finished his routine consultation, and he gently closed the door, the golden handle was already soaked in the sweat from his palm, making it slippery and difficult to grasp.

He put down the consultation box, took out a handkerchief tremblingly, took off his glasses, wiped them a few times, and put them on again.

When he turned around, he saw a purple figure leaning against the handrail of the stairs not far away.

Camelia stood there with a serious look on her face.

"Come with me." After she finished speaking, she turned and walked downstairs. Andrew wiped the sweat from his palms, picked up the box and followed her.

It has been more than six months, and Mirja's figure has become very plump.

She has lived in the Mirror Lake Manor for two months. During this time, Irina took care of Mirja alone. Although she was sent by the old men in this house, it did not prevent Camelia from admiring her at all.

Irina is different from Katie, she was completely cultivated according to the standards of the Camellia family's personal maid, and she stands out among them, even those old men are very satisfied with her, so with Camelia's approval stayed with her.

And Camelia now arranged for her to take care of Mirja.

Although she pretended to be indifferent on the surface, everyone knew her attitude towards Mirjia.

The Grand Duchess even asked the king to arrange a nurse dedicated to serving the royal family for her. According to Mirja's physical condition, she gave a recipe and a labor plan, and she had to be checked and rescheduled every week.As big as arranging activities at fixed times every day, as small as how many grains of rice are served to her, Mirjia is meticulous in her execution.

During this period of time, Mirga has also been very obedient, not saying much, but quietly accepting Camelia's arrangement.

When Irina was chatting with Mirja, she would also insinuate and comfort her, and what was conveyed in a person's eyes was the most straightforward.

Yeah, maybe no one knows Camelia better than Mirga, right?

On a clear moonlit night, Camelia was very tired after reviewing the spring financial statements. She dismissed her servants and walked alone in the empty mansion.

The summer evening breeze gently blew on her cheeks, and her hair was blown back, which made her feel a little cooler. She tightened the veil tightly, and Camelia raised her eyes. The windows are not closed.The light purple window screen was lifted by the wind, like a magnificent dream.

She looked out the window, and she had already walked to the second floor. She hesitated for a while, and finally planned to close the window. At the end of the corridor, there was the Red Room. She knew that Mirga was there.

The moon has entered the mid-heaven, and at this time, I am afraid it has already rested.

She thought for a while, then walked over, adjusted the curtains, tied them with belts, leaned out, and closed the windows.Then she stood in front of the window, the moonlight outside was sly, and the golden color was like that person's hair, graceful and seductive.

She tilted her head and stared intently at the door on the right.

Canaries and almond leaf vines are painted on the door.

Finally, her gaze fell on the golden handle, which seemed to have a magical power in the watery night, and she couldn't help but press it, and the door lock clicked.Camelia opened the door.

In the Mirror Lake Manor, the Red Room can be regarded as one of the rooms that Camelia is most familiar with.

This used to be a small world for her and Mirjia. Even after Mirjia went to war, she still told the servants to replace it with fresh bouquets after cleaning every day.Because I thought in my heart, she might come back soon.

When she misses her, she will tell Angela to light incense in the Red Room, where she will spend the night and have a peaceful dream.

But now she knows that the person she has been thinking about day and night is now in the room, just one step away, if she wants, she can touch her immediately to relieve the pain of lovesickness, but she is standing at the door, indecision.

These days she has been trying to avoid thinking about these things.

But now, her mind was blank, calculations, plots, betrayals... all disappeared suddenly.

"I love her." Camelia made a sound with trembling lips. Her voice was so small that even a mosquito could not hear it, but it hit her heart like thunder and echoed for a long time.

Finally, she made up her mind, stepped in, and closed the door behind her.

When she turned around to close the door, she saw a figure of a woman standing in the corridor where she came, and Camelia couldn't help feeling a little flustered.

"Master, come on." The woman's gentle voice came softly, it was Irina.

Camelia curled her mouth and closed the door tightly.

A tall figure walked up to Irina in the darkness, "Let's go."

As the two beautiful figures moved further and further away, a silent sigh was drowned out by the golden last quarter moon.

The author has something to say:

The author's three views are not correct, girls need to be cautious when entering the pit, haha.just kidding……

Discussing the stalk of Xinkeng with the raccoon today, the raccoon said that I am a typical stepmother, always tortured to death.Actually, I'm really not. Compared to the Weibo of the saber stele, I don't think I'm anything at all.Spread your hands...

Ah, that... If you still like it, just let me finish the story, okay?