108 I donst want i (1/2)
After some time, Seraphina finally manages to escort her grandfather back to his room. She asked their attendant who was still awake to prepare him warm milk for him to sleep which they executed succinctly. Her sharp eyes that they never have seen before made the servants present flinch and felt rather intimidated. It clearly showed her displeasure about what happened with her grandfather just now.
[ Inside Sebastian Yue's bedroom]
Seraphina was sitting on the chair beside Sebastian Yue's bed. The old man Yue was leaning against the bed's wide headboard. Still holding her hand, he finally noticed, that Seraphina was a little flushed and had a swelling on her cheek which made his brows knitted.
”Silly child, did you get into a fight again?” Although he sounded mad, however, it was more like he was concerned about her. He examines her face thoroughly with a worried expression plastered across his face.
”Hmm.” She admitted tenderly. However, her answer made Sebastian Yue's frown. He spoke.
”Silly child, you always act like a boy! What would your grandmother say if she saw you like this, again? She'll scold the both of us, silly Seffy!” Sebastian Yue huffed before preparing to leave his bed. Seeing his action, Seraphina knew he will find ointment himself to treat her -- just like before when she was still a child.
Seraphina stood from her seat and sat on the edge of his bedside. She reassured, ”Gramps, Uncle George already ask someone to buy some ointments for me.”
Sebastian Yue heavily sighs. As he stared on her eyes, he reached out for her hand again as he started rubbing the back of her hand using his thumb. He spoke,
”Your silliness will make me live a hundred years.” he humored.
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[In the middle of nowhere far away from the central city]
A grand desolate mansion that was speckled with darkness caused by the absence of electricity masquerade its original glow. However, the greenhouse that was located just beside the gloomy manor was rather shimmering by the luminescent, milky white light radiating from the gleaming moon.
Inside the greenhouse, the spilled soft rays of moonlight diffuse on its transparent glass walls and roof. Every off-season flowers blended well with pale lightness as its source. It was supposed to be calm and relaxing, yet, the wounded man slumped on the ground disintegrate the scenery.
The ground was tainted with his own pool of blood. Wounds from many parts of his body were oozing with the red liquid as clear as rubies. Drenching his whole being with crimson blood, he gathered all his remaining strength to raised his head to the direction of the dashing man sitting in front of him.