Fairy’s Box

Yale opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the white ceiling, the smell of herbs permeated the air, and he was covered with a blue blanket. The whole room was based on blue and white tones, and it felt very peaceful.

I tried to move my arm, but I didn't feel anything except a little numbness.

It seems that my injuries are not serious, he thought, and then he found that his throat was thirsty and uncomfortable, his lungs seemed to have been smoked on a barbecue, and his breathing was a torture.

Fortunately, on the bedside table on the right, there is a green-black tin kettle, although the color does not match the color of the room.

Wanting to drink water, Yale tried to raise his waist, intending to reach for the water bottle, but just as his body lifted a little, a painful and itchy feeling came from all over his body.

He had to lie down again, only to find that he was wearing white bandages all over his body, with only two eyes exposed, just like the mummies made by the ancient Makmukk nobles after they died.

Even so, he still wanted to drink water, so in order not to affect the wound, he had no choice but to look at the pot to quench his thirst.

"Dengdeng..."

At this time, the sound of high heels touching the ground came from outside the door, which was particularly loud in the quiet space. Lydia, who was tall and blond, pushed open the door and came slowly.

She was slightly different from when they first met, wearing a white shirt with flared sleeves, very thin, somewhat transparent, with a lace stand-up collar. It is matched with navy blue cracked silk trousers in a very correct color, white pointed-toe high heels, medium-length blond hair casually draped over the shoulders, and silver hoop earrings appearing and disappearing in the hair.

"Are you awake?" Lydia's tone was slightly delighted when she saw Yale awake.

With difficulty, Yale took his eyes off the girl, stared at the kettle again, and replied, "Yeah."

While the other party was talking, his eyes kept swept to the kettle. If the smart girl realized something, she moved to the side of the sickbed and put her hands on the kettle: "Do you want to drink water?"

"Yeah." Yale nodded, he was dying of thirst, everyone is fine, give me some water!

"I'll help you." Lydia picked up the water bottle, leaned against the bed and sat down gently, her eyes smiling like crescent moons, gleaming slyly:

"Open your mouth, like this, ah~"

She gestured to open her cherry lips, revealing her white teeth, and the tip of her pink tongue was slightly raised.

"Ah..." Yalepin lay with her mouth open, although she didn't know why she was here, as long as she gave him water now, anyone would do.

"Uh..." The other party's unhesitating action surprised the girl a little, but without hesitation in her hand, she brought the kettle over.

Gulugulu... Yale gulps down the clear water, the cool boiling water is still warm, and there is a hint of sweetness between the mouth and mouth, it seems that honey is added.

The sweet water slid down his throat, moisturizing his lungs, and the pain in his body seemed to stop, as if he was wandering among the white feathers, and he felt very relaxed.

Lydia leaned her waist to feed the water, and at the same time her smooth cheeks rose slightly:

"You've been sleeping for so long, do you want something to eat?"

"Gulugulu..." Yale nodded slightly as he swallowed the water. He didn't realize it when he woke up. After drinking the water, he felt hungry, and there was a fire burning in his stomach.

"Then..." The girl held her cheek with one hand, her cheeks flushed, and said shyly:

"Do you want to eat steak, or have some hot soup first, or... I~?"

"Pfft!" Yale spewed a water arrow from his mouth, wetting the girl's bangs, and then choked into the throat by the trickle flowing from the mouth of the kettle, coughing to the death, and the whole bed trembled in the sound of his coughing.

"sorry Sorry…"

Lydia panicked, and quickly put down the kettle, took out a handkerchief and tried to wipe the water stains off the boy's body.

After coughing for a while, Yale calmed down and recovered a lot, but the wounds on his body were split open, and he bared his teeth in pain.

The girl stood up helplessly, like a frightened bird. Because there was a layer of gauze, she couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, choked for a while, and asked slowly, "Are you alright?"

"It doesn't matter, I just choked." This pain was far worse than the torture in the Dream Hall, and he still suppressed it.

Seeing the other party's self-blame, Yale couldn't bear it, his eyes habitually moved to the kettle, and he quickly changed the subject:

"Is this kettle yours?"

Lydia nodded, and she was about to cry.

His eyes wandered around the girl and the kettle, and there was no way to associate this old-fashioned kettle with the brightly dressed girl standing on the side.

Without waiting for the teenager to continue asking, Lydia began to reveal herself with a face unwilling:

"It's all to blame for that wretched uncle. He told me that you would be very happy if you said it as before."

Uncle? Alei rationalized his thoughts. Did he know a wretched uncle in the land of Thrace?

"Before you woke up, a group of people came to visit you, five men, one lady, and that lady I seem to have seen at the St. Normac Library."

"Is that guy a little chubby, with brown hair, wearing expensive furs, and smelling like food?"

"Mmmm." The girl nodded heavily.

It must be that Amber didn't run away, so I'll deal with him later. The poor guy, obviously young, was regarded as an uncle.

At this moment, light footsteps sounded outside the door. At first, Yale thought it was Lena, but it was Bruno who came in. The silver-haired boy walked out of the ward with a straight face. When Yale woke up, his expression changed slightly:

"You finally woke up, you've slept for three and a half days."

Yalei was keenly aware of the anger he hid between his brows: "You don't seem to be in a good mood?"

As if the dynamite that ignited the fuse, Bruno burst into a rage, jumping and cursing without grace: "It's not all to blame for that fat man! That broken car! He made me lose face in this competition!"

Amber again...

"What did he do?" Yale asked.

"That rascal…"

The silver-haired boy probably felt that he was too angry, so he picked up the kettle beside him, took a few sips, and continued:

"After you fell into a coma, I found a scholar mage to regroup. In the finals the day before yesterday, we just ran to the ancient building complex in the south, and the paint of the ox cart began to peel off. !"

Grumbling, Bruno picked up the kettle, raised his head and took another sip:

"Can you imagine what that is? It's a menu! There's an advertisement for Amber's Food Street in the back seat of the car! My god, I actually drove this car all the way... You know that commander and the audience laughed What happened? And later he came to the academy, licking his face and asking me about the situation, I wanted to kill him! ... Uh, why did you say it again?"

Only then did he notice that there was a young girl in the ward who was half-wet, her silver eyes shrunk a little, and said meaningfully:

"What exactly did you do just now?"