Those Years of Falling in Love with Mosaic [Quick Travel]

5.2 - I would like to be your faithful servant for the rest of my life

5.2 - I would like to be your faithful servant for the rest of my life, offering my soul and my heart.

　　Dolores' carriage was parked at the door. One of her plump and white hands rested on the window. On it was an emerald green ring that was as smooth as water. The base was made of finely wound pure gold, which matched her green eyes very well. She carelessly stroked the car curtain and stared at the yard. After a while, she turned her head and said to the maid beside her: "Yuri values ​​this slave very much."

　　The maid said softly: "Madam, do you think it's because of Viscount Heron..."

　　"Don't call him Viscount." Dolores's eyes turned cold and she said sternly.

　　A person who betrayed the Braden family was not qualified to be treated with respect by her servants.

　　The maid changed her words accordingly and lowered her hands respectfully: "I mean Heron."

　　"Maybe," Dolores slowly narrowed her eyes, looking at the young man in the yard leaning down and kissing the young man's toes with almost reverence from a distance away from the door, "Yuri is kind and not too wary - But the same thing must never happen again."

　　She loosened her hand and lowered the car curtain.

　　"Tomorrow morning," she ordered slowly, "send a letter home for me."

　　The night has deepened, and there are not many pedestrians on the street. Only the exchange is still lit, and the waiting carriages, all richly decorated, are parked in a row at the door. Dolores glanced back, knowing full well what was being auctioned on the exchange at this time - but she clearly saw the darkness clearly, but she was unwilling to bring her nascent nephew into this. go into the darkness.

　　When the boy finally got into the car, Dolores leaned forward and stretched out her hand to test the temperature of the boy's hand - the delicate and smooth hand was already filled with coolness. The boy blinked, and even the platinum-gold The eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of night frost.

　　"You shouldn't have come in person," there was a hint of reproach in her tone, and when she saw that the other party didn't even have his cloak, she frowned even more, "Where's your cloak?"

　　I just watched my man get soaked in cold water, so I put it on him - of course Kou Qiu didn't dare to say this directly.

　　He could only raise his chin and said calmly: "It's dirty, so I took it off."

　　"Nonsense!" Dolores said, "You are not in good health to begin with. What if you catch a cold?"

　　Kou Qiu raised the corners of his lips, smiled, and said, "Auntie, you are worrying too much. How can I be so delicate?"

　　At this time, he still didn't know how big a flag he had set.

　　He had learned from the people at the exchange that after a short period of repairs, the purchased slaves would be delivered to his house the next day. Kou Qiu leaned in the carriage, thinking about his lover's current appearance, and he didn't know whether he was happy or sad in his heart.

　　Happiness is natural. The bond between him and this person has become deeper and deeper. Now, he can distinguish the other person from the crowd at a glance without even needing certain words or things.

　　There is also sadness. Young people can be reduced to slaves. Obviously, in the days before this, they did not live a life of food and clothing as they pleased, and it is unknown how much hardship they suffered. When he put his cloak on the other person, he even saw obvious disbelief in the other person's eyes.