C119 (1/2)

Claus's plan went very smoothly, and just as he had wished, a small rift slowly formed between the two of them as they continued to negotiate.

Maser had come to Davina's small pavilion a few times since then, but what he received was Davina's neither cold nor indifferent response. Gradually, Maser, who didn't understand the slightest bit about a girl's meticulousness, wasn't as frequent as before.

She no longer tried to communicate with Maser. She felt that the big and careless man wouldn't be able to understand her thoughts at all. Sometimes, the little witch who had sunk into loneliness would not even speak for a day or two.

Davina quietly holed herself up in the small attic. When she woke up at dawn, she would look around him, and even if she slept at night, she wouldn't be able to tell whether her mood was good or bad.

It was yet another new day, and Davina did not care much as she opened her eyes, the sunlight shining into the room through the small window was weak and gentle, she was wearing a snow white nightgown, quietly staring ahead.

In his line of sight was a broken fiddle, Davina's slender fingers slightly moved, very gently slicing through the air.

The familiar melody appeared in the air. Davina was playing with her thoughts, and she was playing the solo that Tim had given her.

A person's music, a person's mood, a person's sadness, a person's prayer.

Davina closed her eyes, she was obsessed with this kind of illusion.

She played with gentleness while Davina listened to her play. Her originally idle expression suddenly changed after hearing a note.

”Who?”

Davina's fingers stopped and the clear music stopped. Her eyes and ears focused on Elijah's coffin, which was a little shocked and puzzled, although it was a little weak. ”He's out?”

Elijah appeared from behind Davina. His hands were in the pockets of his pants, and his perfectly straight suit looked fine. His posture was just as noble and elegant as before, but his face was pale and defeated, as though he was a stiff corpse wrapped in snow white plaster.

The bloodless Elijah was still shockingly handsome.

Elijah nodded at Davina with a smile, then looked at the little girl in front of him politely and comforted her, ”It's fine, Davina, please believe me, I won't hurt you, I think it's time for us to talk.”

Davina sat up on top of the bed. She tilted her head, and like an innocent child, deliberately exposed the soft/soft curve of her neck, the fluid under her blood vessels flowed fresh and smooth. Elijah's gaze was deeply attracted to her blood vessels.

Davina's neck, in Elijah's eyes, was the sweetest form of enticement.

Their hungry and thirsty gazes burned each other. Davina laughed, and Elijah followed her curve, with a gentle smile curling up from the corner of his mouth.

Davina paused for quite a few minutes, then spoke to Elijah. Her tone of voice did not contain the slightest bit of fear, but was only a little doubtful as she probed, ”They all say you are the person worthy of respect the most.”

Davina was definitely not food.