He came closer, and the seawater would cover his feet. He just stood there, holding the hand behind him hard. The sea on both sides seemed to be different. My dear, I don’t know which one you like.
On one side of the sea, his fingers were still hurting, an unknown pain.
And Winnie carefully placed the shell in her hand on her chest, with the corners of her lips raised all the time. This was the first gift he gave her. She was really happy and excited, even though it was just a gift.
A small and inconspicuous shell, but it was more precious than anything she received.
At this time in the palace, it was time to eat, and everyone was standing in place, starting from the senior maids, until it was the last turn of the slaves.
Lotte was ranked last, because she was the smallest and weakest, so she was ranked last. She held the plate in her hand tightly, fearing that if she was not strong enough, the only plate would be broken.
Broken, broken, she won't have anything to eat tonight.
That will make you very hungry.
It was finally her turn. Her plate had much less rice than others, because in the end, there was nothing good left. She bit her lip gently, picked up the plate and sat aside.
, however, she hid the hard bread in her hand behind her back. Her fingers were no longer bleeding, but the strip of cloth was stained with too much blood.
Sometimes, just a light touch can cause bone-piercing pain.
After eating, she stood up. Her stomach still felt empty. She stood up. They still had a short rest time. Now, the owners had finished their meal and were resting, so they could also rest.
It's been a while.
Lotte patted the dirt on her clothes. She walked to the water pipe and carefully untied the cloth strip wrapped around her hand. When she untied it, the wound was indeed no longer bleeding, but the wound was
It was extremely shocking. She opened the water faucet, bit her lip that was full of marks, and put her hands underneath. The cold water made her shiver suddenly. She sniffed her nose, but she still couldn't.
Neither cried.
It's fine, it doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore. She washed the bloody cloth strip, and her hands were already covered with wounds of all sizes. Some were healed, and some were new. Moreover, they were still there.
It left scars that may last a lifetime.
The cloth was tied up again. There was no medicine for her here. She was really lucky now that she had never gotten sick even when she came here. Shouldn't she be grateful to her brother for the medicine he had given her since she was a child?
Let her be in good health all the time. Even in such a bad situation, she will still be healthy and suffer less.
Touching the piece of bread placed in her clothes, she walked towards the place where Fianna was being held. There was no one along the way because this place was too remote. If she hadn't accidentally broken in one day, she would have been there.
It is impossible to know that there is still a person being imprisoned at this time, an elderly woman, and her identity is so noble that no one can guess. However, she is still imprisoned here in the dark.
Fianna looked at her hands and sighed softly.
"Lotte, are you hurt again?" Why is she hurt every day? Doesn't she feel any pain?
Lotte retracted her hand, hid it behind her back, and just nodded lightly.
"It's a small injury, but it will heal soon." She is very useless. She is injured every day. Either it is broken here or bleeding there. In the past, she had no injuries at all, but now, she is...
I have felt every pain.
"Lotte, stretch out your hand," Fianna took out a small bottle from behind. Lotte looked at the bottle in her hand strangely. What is this? Why has she never seen it before? However, she still
She obediently stretched out her hand, but she still retracted her fingers because, although there was no blood on the particularly conspicuous strip of cloth, the injury on her finger was actually quite serious.
.
She didn't want her to know, and she didn't want her to worry.
"Auntie, it doesn't hurt," Lotte whispered, but Fianna only glanced at her and untied the strip of cloth on her fingers. Lotte moved her fingers, trying to take them back, but she couldn't.
Being held tightly by Fianna, she opened her eyes wide until there was a refreshing and cool feeling on her fingers.
"Auntie, this is medicine. Auntie, how did you get it?" Lotte looked at Fianna in confusion. It was impossible for her to have medicine. She couldn't get out of here at all. She only got so much food every day.
Diandian, she didn't understand how she got that medicine.
"The person who brought me food gave it to me. I just told her that I was injured." Fianna carefully applied the medicine on her, and then wrapped the cloth strip. Her finger was not injured.
Come on, she thought just rinsing it with water would make it okay? The strips of cloth were all wet, what a silly child.
"Lotte, this is for you. If you are injured, remember to apply it yourself." She put the small bottle in Lotte's hand. Lotte held it tightly, feeling heavy in her hand.
Very heavy.
"Lotte, be careful from now on, otherwise the pain will be yours and the hard work will be yours." Fianna stretched out her hand and rubbed Lotte's hair, but she could no longer feel Zeng Jin's softness.
Now she is almost hairless.
Lotte nodded vigorously, but some injuries are unavoidable, because in her work, she either encounters this or that, and injuries are common, but she can be more careful.
A little bit, as my aunt said, she is the one who hurts, she is the one who suffers, and she is the one who bleeds.
"Lotte, tell me more about your brother," Fianna's voice came. Lotte clenched the bottle in her hand, smiling so hard that her two small dimples were revealed.
Lotte sat on the ground and told Fianna about her childhood.
"Lotte, do you like your brother?" Fianna seemed to be able to understand the feelings between them. The brother Lotte said was the most important person to her. The little girl may not know what love is, but her
She already had it in her heart. Although it was still hazy and unclear, she could see it clearly.
"I like it, of course I do. I am the one who loves me the most." She lowered her head and looked at her injured finger. If she had suffered such an injury before, her brother would have been so angry that he would
She is locked up, but he will treat her wounds very carefully. Of course, as long as she sheds a few tears, he will definitely feel distressed.