Chapter 81: It’s okay that you’re sad, she’s not numb to her emotions yet…
Darkness, endless darkness.
Gavin subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but it was extremely painful. He lightly touched his eyes with his hand, and the nerves on his face twitched uncontrollably.
After an unknown amount of time, the pain gradually subsided. He looked around in vain and felt around, but there was nothing.
What happened before the coma?
He suddenly remembered, it was Vifiya! She dug out his eyes! What a miscalculation! If he had known earlier, he should have taken action against her earlier. After all, losing her eyes wouldn't have significantly reduced her value!
Master? How's the master?
He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but his hands and feet were out of control and he collapsed again.
"You've been in a coma for a day and a night."
When he heard the sound, he moved more vigorously and wanted to stand up.
"Want to see your master?"
Hearing this, he looked in the direction of the voice in the darkness, and then heard the sound of a weapon being unsheathed: "He is dead. I will take you to see him."
The knife rose and fell, but he felt no pain, nor did he feel where the knife landed on his body. He only felt his life slipping away.
"Ah, it's all dirty." Gavin ignored the annoyed voice. He knew who the owner of the voice was, Marin, the maid who looked very timid beside Vifiya.
It doesn't matter who killed him. What matters is whether the young master is really dead? Is the young master really gone?
It was all his fault. He had failed to protect him. He was not a qualified servant.
If the young master is really gone, there is no need for him to exist.
His body was shivering, just like when he first entered the Marquis's mansion as a child. He was beaten and kicked by the servants inside, and his whole body was trembling. The arrogant young master pointed his finger at him and changed his life.
Master, please wait for me...
Young Master...
In the end, the word "Young Master" was drowned in his throat.
Marlene quietly made sure Gavin was silent, then brushed her dress again.
She had no habit of torture and killing, and she was very satisfied with herself for this.
She hummed a song happily: "Blue sky, white clouds, we are in the fields, in the forest, hunting game, playing hide-and-seek, and having great adventures. We are the best companions, we are the best friends..."
Although she no longer remembers who her friend was, she still remembers what she said to her: "You have to live your life on your own terms and live the life you want."
She hummed a song lightly, walked out of the dungeon, stepped on the snow, and patted the tree trunks covered with a layer of snow...
Miss Yotina promised her that once this time was over, no matter what choice she faced, as long as she wanted to live this kind of life from the bottom of her heart, she would not give her any orders again.
She imitated Vifiya, lifted her skirt and jogged along.
"Knock knock." She opened the door to Vifia's room and saw her sitting on the blanket without caring about her image, and the feather pen made a swish sound on the wooden table through the parchment.
She closed the door gently, sat on the chair boredly, and moved her eyes left and right. Finally, her gaze stopped on the vase in front of the window.
The snow outside the transparent glass window seemed to have grown heavier. She held up her face and didn't look at Vifiya: "Miss, the flowers are withered."
After a while, the sound of writing stopped.
Vifiya followed Marlene's gaze, a hint of surprise in her eyes, which she quickly concealed.
Those were the flowers that Neve had planted before she first went to Lachigo, and they had already withered.
Hearing the "swish swish swish" sound again, Marlene couldn't help but look at Vifiya. She stared at her for a long time, and seemed to be sure of something. She smiled with gloating pleasure.
"Miss, I heard you're sad."
Vifiya's pen tip paused slightly, but only for a moment.
"Yeah." She didn't deny it.
Everyone feels sad, and she is even glad that she feels sad, which is not a bad thing.
Marlene curled her lips in surprise at her frank admission, but never mind, since she was nice to her, she would not tease her this time.
As Vifia processed documents, Marlene realized from her daze that changing flowers seemed to be a maid's job. Just as she was about to stand up, Vifia suddenly said, "Marlene, are you interested in becoming a housekeeper?"
Upon hearing this, Marlene opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Miss, are you competing with Miss Yotina for someone?"
Vifiya put down the quill, sat up straight and looked at her: "No, I'm just giving you a choice."
Choice? Marlene lowered her eyes, and Vifiya couldn't see what she was thinking.
She continued, "According to your ideas."
The room was so quiet that only the crackling of the fire could be heard.
"My thoughts?" Marlene's questioning voice was very low, but Vifiya heard it clearly.
"But I can't even do my job as a maid."
"I'll assign you an assistant."
"The job of a housekeeper sounds very troublesome."
"If you want, none of this is a problem."
Marlene tilted her head and stared at Vifiya. She suddenly smiled knowingly, "Young lady, are you trying to use me to control the others in the mansion?"
"That's right." Vifiya still did not deny it.
Marlene shook her head from side to side. "That's really annoying. I can't beat them."
As soon as the words fell, Vifiya couldn't help laughing: "You don't have to fight them, you just need to be yourself."
Marlene suddenly stopped moving. She blinked blankly with her eyes wide open. She pointed at Vifiya, who had resumed processing the documents. "Miss, what did you just say?"
Vifiya continued writing: "You don't have to fight them."
"No, that's not it." Marlene denied hastily.
Vifia put down her quill and browsed through Lord Carrington's new proposal. She said softly, "You just need to be yourself."
A childish voice sounded in Marlene's mind. This voice was so cheerful and full of infinite hope: "One day, we will all become ourselves."
She slowly withdrew her hand. Marlene was certain that this was her memory, a memory she had forgotten. The voice was still ringing...
"How about we play dare again? But this time we'll change the rules. You go in first, and if I catch up to you, you lose."
The girl's voice in her head suddenly disappeared, and Marlene only heard the rustling sound of Vifiya writing.
The memory of what she had just heard with great difficulty seemed to be slipping away again, and Marlene was about to pat her head.
"Escape from here."
Marlene stopped moving.
"We must escape."
A face was scraped out from the rusty memory, a blurry face.
Marlene only saw that her face was full of blood. She was obviously in pain, but she was still laughing and smiling.
"Forget me, don't remember me, remember yourself, just remember that you still have yourself."
"Then, live the life you want, according to your will."
"You have to live, Marlene."
Marlene stood up suddenly and rushed to Vifia's side. One hand was on the wooden table, and the other hand was gesturing towards her: "Three conditions."
Vifiya looked up at her and said, "Tell me about it."
"First, you can't force me to stay in the Marquis's Mansion."
"Secondly, during the contract period, as long as I am not at fault, no one else in the Marquis's Mansion has the right to punish me."
"Third, if I want to leave, you can't stop me no matter when."
The conditions were not excessive. Vifiya stopped writing. She had originally thought that Marlene would propose some conditions that would make her a little embarrassed, but in the end, they were not even embarrassing.
A girl who seems smart and sharp, but also silly at times.
Vifiya wrote on the paper again and handed it to Marlene: "Okay, if the contract is okay, sign your name."
Marlene took the parchment, quickly read it, and signed her name.
She looked at the contents on the paper and smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, from today on, Miss is my new employer."
She glanced at her sideways and said maliciously: "Then I'm going out now."
Following Vifiya's nod, Marlene walked out of the room in a few steps. She leaned against the closed door. The candlelight in the corridor flickered, and the pattern on the back seemed uneven to the touch.
She fished out a piece of papyrus from under her skirt, next to her weapons.
It was a slave contract, but the name in it wasn't Marlene.
Marlene stared at the name on the paper. Back when she was with Jotina, Jotina had told her that she could tear up the paper at any time, and it didn't matter if she really didn't understand.
When the day comes that she finds the life she wants, she will burn the paper.
Marlene walked to the candle, the flames in her brown pupils continued to brighten her eyes until the name Gina on the paper was burned away bit by bit.
Is helping Vifiya really the life she wants? Yes and no.
Why did she help her? Because she wanted to do so, she felt that Vifiya was a good person.
She was just like Miss Jotina, and just like the good friends she had pieced together from the fragments of her memories. They would never scold her or hit her, and they all had an inexplicable warmth.
Miss Jotina was serious, Miss Vifia would admit with a smile that she was using her, and her good friends would watch her with a smile. They were all the same, and she saw it.
They were both in the quagmire, but they still had no intention of pulling her in. Instead, they slapped her hands away and pushed her out of the quagmire.
"No, that's not right." Marlene raised her head and touched her chin, muttering, "Miss Vifia caught me."
Miss Vifia caught her, and tentatively pulled her slightly closer to the mud, but quickly pushed her out before the mud could stick to her. She was always on that safe line.
Then, Vifiya walked into the depths of the quagmire without looking back, alone.
"Hmm." Marlene turned back to look at Vifiya's door, "What a strange person."
She walked towards the gate of the Marquis's Mansion, muttering to herself, "Why didn't Miss Yotina tell me what kind of person she is?"
The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and there was unstoppable joy in her eyes. She wondered if she should write a letter to tell Miss Jotina that she had found the life she wanted.
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