The lady in front of her was constantly shedding crystal tears. She seemed to have been hurt by Fisher's actions. Drops of blood also fell from her fingers and dotted on the floor of Fisher's house.
"Renee, what's wrong with you? You guys locked the room. Oh, don't quarrel. Is there anything we can't talk about?"
Martha outside the door heard the noise in the house. She wanted to open the door to the room but found that the door was locked. She did not open the door again. Instead, she knocked on the door and persuaded her.
"I'm fine..."
Renee wiped her eyes, and Fisher walked towards her and pinched her injured right hand. She subconsciously pulled away, only to be caught tightly by Fisher again.
"Don't move, let me bandage you first."
"let me go..."
Renee didn't look at him at all. She squeezed his hand with her right hand and struggled, but she was not physically strong enough and couldn't get away. Fisher dragged her to the sofa. There were medical books on the bookshelf next to her.
The box was a piece of equipment left over from Fisher's previous biological dissection. There wasn't much left in it, but there was still some gauze.
Let's switch her to other medicines later.
"Martha, we are fine. She is injured. I will go downstairs to get some medicine later."
"Oh, that's good. You should be more careful. My old heart is almost frightened. I'm going to find where the medicine box is. I haven't used that thing for a long time. I have to go take a look.
"
Outside the door, Martha's footsteps faded away. Fisher squeezed Renee's white hand. The cut was on the palm of her hand. It was a big cut. Fisher's eyes moved slightly for a moment, but his hand movements were slow.
Start treating her wounds.
Renee was definitely losing her temper. Not only did she keep closing her fingers uncooperatively, but she wanted to pull her hand back after a while, without looking at Fisher, and of course she didn't say anything.
But how could Fisher let her have her wish? He pinched her wrist forcefully to keep her from moving back. After cleaning and treating the wound, he got up and went outside to take the medicine box handed over by Martha. Faced with Martha's somewhat worried look,
Looking at her, Fisher suddenly regretted his strong suspicion of Renee, especially because he didn't expect her reaction to be so big.
"She's crying. You kid, you have to have a good talk with her. I know something will happen to you sooner or later if you don't get married."
"...I will have a good talk with her. You go and have a rest."
Fisher was a little dumbfounded. He sent away the old Martha who turned around after a few steps and looked worried. He gently closed the door and returned to the room carrying the medicine box.
When I came back, I saw that Renee had not disappeared and flown away. She was just sitting on the sofa, looking at the scenery outside without looking back. She did not look at Fisher, and she was obviously still angry.
After Fisher approached with the medicine, she turned her head in another direction, which was just to keep her away from Fisher.
Fisher didn't interrupt the atmosphere. He just sat in front of her and forcefully took her hand to apply the medicine on her. She didn't want to pay attention to Fisher at all, but still because the medicine touched her wound.
Her body trembled with pain, and Fisher even heard her whisper.
"Does it hurt?"
"...."
Renee didn't speak, so Fisher looked up at her. From that beautiful profile, he could see that her beautiful eyes were still slightly red, with two crystal tears hanging in her purple eyes. Her always bright face was so bright.
At this moment, the feeling of vulnerability caused by crying makes people want to protect her and make her happy, and they are not willing to see even the slightest bit of her unhappiness.
Fisher was completely unable to tell whether Renee was showing her true feelings or just acting like a tease. Rather, Fisher didn't really care what she was like.
Did Fisher believe what Renee said?
Fisher was half convinced.
He still felt that Renee was probably an immortal witch.
It may be due to Renee's extremely bad character. She knew that she was an immortal witch but was unwilling to tell Fisher. She enjoyed teasing him and teasing him. All her behaviors towards Fisher were bad.
Performance.
It's also possible that Renee really doesn't know that she is an immortal witch, even if in fact she is. How to prove immortality? Should we try to kill Renee and then see if she can be reincarnated and resurrected? This method Fisher
He would never do it. He couldn't put Renee's life on the line, even though her character was indeed a bit too bad.
Therefore, no matter what the possibility is, Fisher will not be able to get the real answer from Renee unless one day he has definite evidence.
Then again, wasn't the purpose of finding the immortal witch just to keep her by his side in the hope of finding a way to change the predicted ending? If that's the case with Renee, do you know if she is immortal now?
The results for witches are the same.
The only question is, in Fisher's eyes, how does he view Renee?
Fisher found it difficult to answer this question.
After he helped Renee take care of the wound and took care of the hygiene in the room, the whole room fell into silence. Seeing that she had no intention of talking for the time being, Fisher took a magic book and sat in his office.
On the table, he opened the window that he had just closed.
The night outside the window was quiet, and Fisher didn't see the purple larks that used to be everywhere. He didn't know if it was because Renee was sad, but they didn't know where to hide and cry.
Fisher read the book slowly, while Renee stayed on the sofa with her knees in her arms and didn't speak.
The atmosphere between the two of them remained silent until they were about to go to bed. Renee suddenly moved outside to wash up. Fisher glanced at her back and waited for her to recover before going to wash up. When she came back, she had already washed up from the closet.
He took a bed and spread it on the sofa. Lying on the sofa with his back to Fisher, he could only see Renee's spread black hair.
What's interesting is that when she was here, she always slept on Fisher's bed, but now that the Cold War was over, she gave up Fisher's bed. Fisher smiled silently, turned off the light in the room, and then got in.
Your own bed.
Renee had slept here before, and Fisher obviously said that he would clean it after she left, but it seemed that he had forgotten to do so. I don’t know if it was because he was sleeping in the same room with her now.
Sher's nose was filled with her delicious fragrance.
"Renee."
In such quiet darkness, Fisher suddenly spoke to break the silence.
"...."
But the signal didn't seem to be received on the other side of the sofa, and there was no response at all. Fisher thought she heard it and continued,
"I still remember the first time we met. You lied to me that you were the daughter of the reclusive magician of Shivali. If I gave you a dinner, you would take me to experience Shivali's magic. But you took me to the mountains.
He ran away, causing me to wander around the mountains for half a day and wasted a lot of time."
"Later, you found out that I was looking for a witch, and you lied to me that you were human; you found out that I was looking for an immortal witch, and you lied to me that you knew the clues to the immortal witch; when we crossed the Kadu border, you knew that my magic was not enough, and you
You lied to me again about your magic skills."
"Honestly, if I were with anyone else, anyone other than you, I would never have so much patience and tolerate your lies again and again."
"But I gradually realized that you are like a hedgehog, using countless lies and teasing to hide your true feelings; I also gradually changed from the irritation of being deceived at the beginning to the calmness now."
"I have given you my patience for all the deceptions in the world. Sometimes after being apart for a long time, I will miss your signature teasing... It is precisely because I trust you very much and firmly believe in your heart behind the lies.
It's not really that bad, even if it appears that way."
"It's ironic, but I still look forward to getting your consistent answers to certain questions, whether it's the immortal witch or what you just said to me that you stay with me because you care about me...
"
In the darkness, Renee's fingers gently grasped the edge of the quilt. Fisher just looked at the ceiling. Before he could say the next sentence, he saw Renee lying on the sofa and silently getting up.
.
There was no moonlight in the bedroom, so Fisher could only see her figure coming towards his bed. She didn't say anything, and of course Fisher couldn't see her expression clearly. Renee pulled off Fisher's quilt domineeringly,
Then he lay beside Fisher minding his own business.
She squeezed Fisher back, leaving herself a fairly wide space, and then stopped moving. In the narrow quilt, her back was turned to herself, and her black hair was filled with the alluring fragrance.
He curled up his body slightly, and the whiteness on the back of his neck shone through the black hair like a wisp of moonlight.
Fisher suddenly wanted to kiss her soft body, but he didn't do so.
He looked at Renee, who was lying beside him without saying a word. Some time passed in the darkness, and her voice was calm and low. She said,
"What I just said is true..."
In the hazy aroma, it was difficult to tell whether this sentence was true or false, because Fisher could not clearly see her expression at this time.
"....Feel sorry."
I couldn't tell whether it was an apology for doubting whether she was an immortal witch or an apology for doubting that she cared about his words.
After saying this apology, she stopped talking and didn't even move her posture.
This was the first time that they were so serious and so intimate, not teasingly, even more restrained than the previous distance. Perhaps the distance was too close, and even her accelerated heartbeat could be captured by Fisher.
Fisher rarely had any desire in that regard, but he still stretched out his hand to wrap around her body lying on her side. As a result, he accidentally touched her bandaged left hand on the bed, causing her to suddenly retract some of her hand.
"pain..."
She said so.
"...."
After her simple reply, they stopped communicating and just maintained this simple and similar posture, and the whole night passed like this.