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Anna was immersed in sleep, but was awakened by a sudden scream.She half sat on the bed, wondering if it was a dream, but the maid rushed in.

"Madame! Monsieur de Bouilly is—ill!"

Anna immediately got out of bed, and as she ran, put on the robe handed over by the maid.She ran into Bouilly's room and saw her husband lying on the bed, sweating profusely, muttering words, his eyes constantly moving around, full of panic.Two servants are looking after him.

"Go and call Dr. Blagosh!" Anna ordered.

"It has been sent for, ma'am," answered a servant.

After inquiring about the situation from the servant who arrived first, she sat next to Bowai and gently stroked his forehead.Finding that it was her who came, Bouyil calmed down, looked at his wife sadly, and said incoherently: "I saw... I—sin is always there, and I—death, I saw..."

He did see it.In Boyle's heart, there is always a chain hanging, which is strung together by the hatred of others. When his father Robert Boyle told him the family secret, Mikhail thought he would I put everything in the past behind me, but after so many years, not only has the chain not been weathered, but it has become thicker and heavier.

Soon after, Dr. Blagosh arrived, and he administered a sedative to Bouai.

Before leaving, the doctor told Anna not to be too anxious.She was trying to sleep as he had asked, but she couldn't sleep until the next morning.

In the morning, the servant said that Boai had woken up. When Anna entered the room, she was disappointed to find that he was still in a daze, which made her even more anxious.The doctor who came in a hurry did an examination and found no physical problems, so he suggested to see a psychiatrist.

Anna didn't know what to do.There is no psychological doctor in the small town, and if you go to a big city, the news that Buai suffers from mental illness will definitely have a serious impact on the company, and Buai himself is not willing to go,

He stubbornly refused to step out of the door.She walked back and forth in the room, constantly thinking of various ways.By the end, she felt like she was going to collapse.

How she wished someone could help her now, but she was alone in this town.Later, Anna suddenly thought of Stephen, and she thought that the smart and calm young man would definitely have a solution, so she called Stephen.

Just after breakfast Julian Lemon limped up to the reception desk of the Cedar Hill Inn and asked the duty manager if he could arrange a meeting between him and Herbert Wernstein.

But the answer he got was: "Mr. Warnstein left the hotel yesterday afternoon to go to Germany to discuss business, and it is estimated that he will return in ten days."

Julian had to limp back into the room again.He thinks Wernstein is a terrible person, in fact, he thinks

For disabled people, people should give more care, for example, not to go out when he needs it.

When he returned to his room, he watched the TV news for a while, disappointed to find that while he was lingering in Eastern Europe, not much seemed to be happening in Britain or the world at large.

He then spent an hour writing a lavish letter to the editorial office explaining his delay.Then he began to read novels borrowed from Linnon’s rented bookstore, and forced himself to enter Thomas’s revenge in Mexico, but before the revenge was halfway through, Julian fell into a drowsiness and simply fell on the bed to continue Unfinished life events at night.

When he woke up again, he found that he was a little dizzy, as he always did during the day.Julian shook his head vigorously, looked at the vanity mirror in front of the bed, and wanted to verify whether his hair was as messy as before.

He looked at the glasses, was taken aback, and then shook his head vigorously.

Three seconds later, he shook his head again, this time with such force that one would think his brains would come out of the ear hole.

Even so, Julian found that nothing he saw had changed.Facing a mirror, what do you think you can see?A reflection of yourself, of course.

But instead of his reflection in the vanity mirror in front of Julian, it showed a green grassland like a glass window.The meadow was dotted with little blue berries and big trees with pink leaves—this is where Julian had stopped in the dream created by the white lion.

Julian walked over and stretched out his finger, but was stopped by the cold glass.

It seems that he can't cross here like Alice.He began to think about the purpose of Bernus setting up such an illusion, and he said out loud what he was thinking: "If you still want to play tricks on people, you should stop as soon as possible."

But there wasn't a person or a voice out of the air laughing at him, and in fact all Julian could do was look in the vanity mirror like he was watching TV.Maybe there will be a circus performing in the mirror, he thought idly.

After a while, something appeared in the mirror—of course it was not a circus, but two people, one of them was pale from head to toe, obviously Bernus, and the other was too far away for Julian to see clearly.

But the two men approached very cooperatively, and soon Julian recognized the man, and then uttered a loud cry:

"Stephen! Why are you in there!"

No response.Julian realized that he had done something stupid: of course people in the illusion couldn't hear the outside world.

At this moment, Bernus in the mirror had already held Stephen's face, and his blood-colored lips were printed on Stephen's forehead, nose tip, and lips.Stephen didn't resist this, in fact, he hugged Bernus' pale body tightly.

"What are you doing! Wake up, Stephen! Don't do this in front of my eyes!" cried Julian, forgetting where he was.

But things are developing just as he feared.Bernous started kissing Stephen on the cheek, making numerous tooth marks with his teeth on Stephen's neck, shoulders and chest.

Bernous that way is like a sinister vampire.

Stephen still didn't have any resistance.The two fell to the grass, their limbs tangled, and the blue berries crushed by their bodies stained their clothes, making Bernus's robes look like the faded blue cloth favored by the Tuaregs.

Julian felt a headache.

Was Bernous' purpose to show him that Stephen was on the side of the white lion?

Now the two men on the grass began to undress.

Bernous's body glowed as silvery as the moon, as Julian already knew.But he saw Stephen naked for the first time. Like all young Eastern Europeans, he had long bones and soft muscles, which made him beautiful.This is also the case, which made Julian feel the unbearable disgust of the sight in front of him.

He tapped his knuckles on the glass and cried, "Stop! You wretch!"

But even after Julian smashed the glass through the cracks, the two of them in the vision continued, kissing each other from forehead to ankle.The juice of the blueberries mingled with sweat and saliva on them.

Julian's rationality told him that he should smash the mirror, even if he needed compensation.

But like all those who lose their minds, he watched in the mirror Bernous astride Stephen like a beast, watched him laugh and twitch, watched Stephen wrap his arms around Bernous's neck in a daze , and then, followed by a violent tremor, Bernous's eyes suddenly fixed on Julian outside the mirror. His wide-open, mysterious, crazy red eyes were staring at He stabbed at him like a sharp sword.

Julian took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed, unable to move like a bird bitten by a king cobra.The phantom in the mirror gradually faded, and at last he saw his own disheveled hair and frightened eyes.

He suddenly came back to his senses, picked up the phone, and dialed Stephen's number tremblingly.The bell rang over and over again, but no one answered.Julian felt an eerie chill run up and down his spine.He knew that he had to find Stephen immediately.

Julian was limping down the hill toward the Breumetrost house, and passing the stone bridge he met Irene Theoros.Both were surprised.

Julian wondered what she was doing these days, for she hadn't been seen since Julian and Stephen's visit.Elena was also taken aback by Julian's hasty look, and couldn't help but wonder what could make him so anxious.

In Elena's heart, there was still love for him, and even though her husband had just died, she couldn't deny her heart.She loves him, loves this unique and tender person, loves his body and soul; for the first time, she discovers that love is free, and she does not expect from him such strong feelings as her own; she loves him , she just wanted him to see herself as a woman worthy of love.

So, trying to keep her cool, she smiled and said, "Hello, Julian. Where are you going in such a hurry? Why don't you come to my house for a cup of tea?"

Julian smiled unnaturally, and replied, "I'm so sorry, I don't have time...but I'll be there later. Very, very sorry, I have to go, really."

He's leaving, he's leaving.Elena felt something inside begin to change. "Where are you going?" she asked unwillingly.

"Uh...I'm going to Stephen's house, I have something urgent to see him. Sorry, I really have to go."

He wanted to say something, and he knew he shouldn't just walk away, but he couldn't find anything to say.He felt a deep gulf opened between the two of them.

Julian nodded awkwardly and left Irone.

Standing on the stone bridge, she watched the direction in which he was leaving until his figure disappeared between the houses on the opposite side.She knew that he would never go to her house for tea again; she knew that he was not in love with herself.

At this moment, the honey in the hive turned into mugwort, life changed from sweetness to bitterness, and joy was replaced by depression.The memories she shared with Julian that seemed fresh and bright just a moment ago suddenly seemed distant and old, like the suffocating musty smell from an ancient, long-locked wardrobe. .

Elena turned and walked forward,

I thought bitterly in my heart: I knew a long time ago that love is all fake, and only fantasy is real.People never loved each other, and no one loved anyone else.She knew that even if her days ahead could be pleasant, there would still be a dark darkness of sorrow beneath the sunlit waters, and that sorrow would be endless, like a clock going round and round.

Julian panted heavily,

While pressing the doorbell of Stephen's house vigorously.The cold ground made his injured right foot very uncomfortable, and he wished to go to the warm room immediately, but he waited for a long time before he heard the sound of the door opening.

Standing at the door was Mrs. Brumontrose, who was taken aback by Julian's distressed appearance.

"Oh! Mr. Raymond! What's the matter with you?"

"Is Stephen there?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, he's upstairs." The lady turned around and shouted, "Stephen, Mr. Raymond is here to see you."

Julian limped in after Mrs. Brumontrost, absent-mindedly dealt with the lady's concerned greeting, and found an excuse to go upstairs.

Stephen appeared to be sitting on the bed typing away at his keyboard when he entered, looking at Julian in bewilderment, clearly surprised by his sudden arrival.

According to Julian's observations, Stephen seemed to be the same as usual, and his house was also the same--always a little messy, a little unkempt.This reassured him a little.Still, he had a few questions to ask.

"Hello, Julian." Stephen greeted first, "What's the matter?"

"What were you doing just now?" Julian asked.

"Er—how long ago was it?"

"Three ten minutes ago." Julian felt that his injured foot was slowing him down.

"I'm sleeping," Stephen replied.In fact, it seemed to be true, because Stephen was still in his pajamas.

"Are you still sleeping at ten o'clock in the morning?"

"It's normal, Julian." Stephen started typing on the keyboard again, "Sufficient sleep is the guarantee of high-quality work." He said solemnly.

"Oh yeah? Did you sleep well just now?"

"Very good." Stephen replied.But Julian noticed that his typing sound was messed up.

"Really?" Julian sat down beside him, staring at him.

"of course."

"So...you didn't dream?" Julian found Stephen blushing.

"No!" The answer this time was a bit rough.

"Really?" Julian stared at him intently.

With a "snap", Stephen closed the computer forcefully, stood up, and yelled at Julian: "If you don't have it, you don't have it!" He threw the computer on the desk and looked at Julian angrily.

"Okay." Julian felt that he had better change his method, "I just found out something related to Bernus, do you want to hear it?"

Stephen didn't answer right away, he seemed to sniff out a dangerous signal in Julian's question. "You're not kidding, are you?"

"I'm very serious..."

Before Julian finished speaking, Stephen's mobile phone on the desk rang suddenly. He glanced at the number and immediately connected the phone.The call didn't last long. After hanging up, Stephen immediately started looking for clothes, and said at the same time: "I'm sorry, Julian. I have something urgent and I have to go right away. I can't listen to your story."

"Wait, Stephen! My story is important!"

"My affairs are also very important. Julian, you go back to the hotel first, and I will go to you after I finish my work."

Then, Julian was kicked out of the room by Stephen.On the way back to the hotel, he wondered angrily as he walked why he had obeyed the orders of that impudent and bumbling little wretch, obviously something had happened in the morning, otherwise why would he have blushed and yelled at him.

Obviously.

When Stephen came to the Bouy family's mansion, he found that there was a maid waiting outside the door to greet him. He was quickly led through the gate, porch, and stairs to the study, so fast that Stephen wondered if Anna was trying to avoid him. Seen, he's glad she thinks about it, after all, now that his foolishly optimistic father is starting to worry about whether something happened to him and her, the rest of the town is of course suspicious too.

So a dark shadow suddenly appeared in Stephen's heart—what if I took this opportunity to tease the old-fashioned and boring people in the town?

But his thought disappeared when he saw Anna.

The otherwise graceful and feminine young woman stood there, pale and haggard, looking at him with sad eyes.

That look moved Stephen, who was always bewildered by her deep, almost innate sadness.

"Stephen, I think my maid Marina has told you what happened," she said after he sat down.

"Uh...yes. It's a pity." Stephen was not surprised that he had no mercy for Mr. Bouy's serious illness.

Although the man was well known to his father, Stephen did not like him for that, and he resented M. Bouilly's greed for his antiques when he was a visitor rather than his admiration.

"I—well, Stephen, I don't know what to do, and I thought—you might...maybe help me," she said with some difficulty.

Noble reserve, Stephen thought, but it might also be a cover for his own embarrassment. "I'd love to, but I don't know what I can do to help you," he said flatly, before adding. "It doesn't look like a scholar of ancient culture is needed here."

His indifference obviously hurt her a little.

She stared at him with a distinct "I can't believe you said that" look in her eyes.Then she looked away and said, "Probably I shouldn't have called you. This is an internal affair of the Bois family." Haughtiness climbed into her face, "As a hostess, I cannot tell anyone about my What a lot of pain I'm suffering right now, including - my friend."

The word “friend” stung Stephen. "I'm sorry, Anna. I don't want people to think, that between us..."

"There was never anything between us and there never will be," she said.This surprised Stephen.

Then, she suddenly showed a very gentle and hazy expression. "I like it here," she said dreamily.

she likes?Stephen looked at her with wide eyes.Like that old man who can be her father?

"I've found that I like this quiet, secure life," she continued. "It's good for me and it's good for my kids."

Stephen didn't understand her at first, but immediately got the message from her joyful eyes-she was pregnant.

As a result, his defensive line melted instantly, or in other words, he didn't need to set up a defensive line now.He congratulated her happily and even ventured to hug her.What does it matter?

Then they began to talk about Mr. Bouilly's condition.Stephen felt that if he wanted to avoid affecting the financial company, Bouy could not be sent out of the town. Since his illness was mainly a psychological problem, it was best to invite a doctor in secret, and at the same time it must be kept secret from the outside world, especially Dr. Hostatova cannot be given details.

Anna thought for a while, and thought that this was the only way to do it right now.

Soon, Stephen left the Boui mansion as quickly as he came.But he was still surprised by Anna's change of mind, and he thought of a very good question: How important is a child to a woman?

And thought it would be possible to start a debate with Julian on this issue.

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace and walked towards the Cedar Hill Inn.