"Foam swaying in the water"

"The balance of longing turns"

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The soft and gentle singing sounded in my ears, so soothing.

I shook my still dizzy head, slowly opened my eyes and looked around.

A familiar room, with the faint scent of wild chrysanthemums, orange lights, and soft quilts. This should be my sister's room.

Turning my head, I saw that familiar and gentle figure sitting by the bed, singing softly with his eyes closed.

Because I was sick with a high fever that wouldn't go away, even the pastor of the church couldn't help me, so I had to leave my aunt's house in the city and return to this remote town.

Because she heard that listening to church hymns could relieve mental pain and improve the condition, my sister learned them specially and then sang them softly to lull me to sleep.

Really, I'm not a child anymore, why do I still need this kind of ceremony?

At first I thought so, and was very stubborn and impatient, but whenever I felt uncomfortable because of a fever, my sister would still sing this simple melody ballad beside me.

Maybe what the nun said was right, and my illness got a little better.

The friends and partners who used to come and play with me are no longer seen. Most of them have been told by their parents not to come over to avoid being infected, because even nobles would not have a good outcome when facing certain diseases.

Although I know this is right, I still feel lonely and sad.

My father is a local baron, but he is not a formidable nobleman. He is just a man of some wealth. Even if he goes to the city, those powerful extraordinary people will not look down on him.

Now he is working for the local viscount and cannot come back even if I am sick, so only my sister can take care of me.

Even though I may be suspected of bragging, my sister is indeed the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. This made me very proud and I have a special attachment to her.

"You're awake, Isaiah." After singing a song, my sister opened her eyes and found me sitting up.

"woke up."

Compared to the drowsiness of the past few days, I seem to feel much better today and my mind is clearer.

"It's night time now." I looked out the window at the dark night.

"Yes, it's very late now." As my sister said this, she leaned forward and touched my forehead with her hand, trying to find out if I was feeling better.

The slender fingers were placed on my forehead, and I could clearly see the white wrists. The faint scent of wild chrysanthemums came to my nose.

My sister rarely went to the perfume shop in the city to buy things. This kind of fragrance was actually something she tried to refine herself. Although it was very light, it was very consistent with her temperament. Even after many years, when she was gone, I still can't forget it.

"It seems better."

"Hmm." I hummed in response, then turned my head so that my forehead was away from the palm of my hand.

You always treat me like a child.

"Haha, Isaiah is still like this." My sister was very happy to see that I was in high spirits.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you, but it can't be too difficult because I don't know much and the maids are all asleep."

Compared to other nobles, my sister is definitely a considerate person and is very compassionate to her servants. I am not as good as her in this regard.

"Just cook something." I said casually.

"Well, let me think about it." She adjusted her skirt, stood up from the chair beside the bed, picked up a lantern, lit it, opened the door, and walked into the corridor.

"Isaiah, please wait a moment, sister will be back soon." After saying that, she waved her hand and closed the door.

The room became quiet again, and soon I became bored and began to turn my attention to the things around me.

This is my sister's room, on the west side of the castle, and mine is on the east side, so I don't come here often. It was not until this time that I had the leisure to take a closer look.

The room is furnished with cherry wood furniture, the work of the craftsman in town. His family is also a familiar face in our territory. It is said that my grandfather's grandfather was a good friend of our ancestors. Although it sounds hard to believe now that nobles and commoners are friends.

I am Baron Boris's third child, named Isaiah. I have an older brother and an older sister. My eldest brother is nearly seven years older than me and we have nothing in common. My father spent a lot of money to send him to the imperial capital to study, hoping that he would make friends with some important people, see the world, and then come back to inherit the family business and title.

My sister is two years older than me. She hasn't married yet, but it looks like she will soon. I heard that my father is looking for a family for her. The family belongs to a viscount in the central Western Territory. They are very wealthy, and I heard that there is a powerful Sequence 7 transcendent in the family.

With such a family background, even though our family is also aristocratic, it is still too high to marry up. However, because of my sister, I think such a family is really lucky to marry my sister.

Memories flashed through my mind, and I tore my eyes away from the furniture, searching the room again for something special.

Compared to my room where things are cluttered, my sister's bedroom is obviously much tidier and everything is arranged nicely. There is a very old oil painting hanging on the wall and a blue porcelain vase on the table with some unknown white flowers in it, which are still in full bloom.

Finally, my eyes fixed on a book on the corner of the table, which aroused my curiosity.

I know that my sister can read. She is better than me in this aspect. The teacher has said this before, but she is not the kind of person who is keen on studying, nor will she look for love or knights. Most of the time, she does some other small things.

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