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Chapter 233 The Rose That Doesn’t Belong to Me

"It rained a little in my manor, and the roses were particularly beautiful after the clear weather. Looking at them, I thought of you..."

What follows is a long string of love words that are disgusting, corny, meaningless, and miss the point. Anyone who reads the contents of this letter will have to say: What a crazy love-brained person.

Wenxiu Lord glanced through the entire thing, confirming that the content made even he, who had written it, feel sick, before he folded it with satisfaction and put it into an envelope.

He couldn't wait to hand it to Sebastian. If the letter stayed in his bedroom for one more second, Wenxiu Lord felt that he had to open the window for ventilation for an extra hour.

Looking at the drizzle outside the window, Wenxiu Lord walked to the balcony, pointed his staff upward to form a water curtain umbrella, blocking the falling raindrops.

The boy took a deep breath. The fresh air was refreshing. He really liked the smell of rain, a moist mixture of plants and soil.

Especially the rain in spring and early autumn, which brings coolness. If you close your eyes and listen to the sound of the rain, you can feel the tranquility of this world.

Looking down, Sebastian was walking in the rain towards the owlery. The rain around him fell on an invisible barrier and did not wet his clothes.

Wenxiu Lord's mind was a little empty, and he thought of Severus who was far away in Italy attending the International Potions Symposium. He wondered if it was raining there and whether he had a good rest.

I thought of Lucius again. The two of them had been communicating every day during this period, but they mostly talked about work and rarely mentioned daily life. Even the greetings were just polite.

Wenxiu Lord didn't know why Lucius was so cold in the letter, even avoiding him. Maybe his behavior at the funeral that day made Lucius mind or shy? Wenxiu Lord defended him like this.

The rain was still falling, and the boy's thoughts flew away with the owl that delivered the letter, and he didn't know where they flew to.

There was a knock on the bedroom door. Wenxiu Lord lowered his hand which had touched the rain. The small puddle in his palm fell onto the ground and turned into rain.

The boy returned to the bedroom's living room and closed the balcony door to prevent the rain from being blown into the room by the wind.

When he opened the bedroom door, he saw a man with a huge coat on his head standing at the door. He was wrapped tightly. When he saw Wenxiu Lord opening the door, he opened his coat, stretched out his arms and hugged him.

The two were wrapped in coats. Sirius buried his head in the silver-haired boy's neck and took a deep breath, "We are surrounded by Wen Xiu."

After sighing, the boy rubbed his head dishonestly. He was only wearing a shirt and could feel the hot breath through a layer of cloth. His body, which had just felt cool in the rain, was filled with heat.

"Sirius, I need some fresh air."

The coat opened a gap, and Wenxiu Lord came out, followed by Sirius who was unwilling to let go.

The two walked into the bedroom. Sirius didn't like this kind of rainy and cloudy day, and even his speech was lazy and casual.

"Wen Xiu, you and Remus actually left me alone in the study."

Wenxiu Lord held up the rose that Sebastian had picked and had its thorns removed in front of the boy and said, "Weren't you asleep at the time? The coat you were wearing was mine. Here, I give it to you."

As long as the owner doesn't want to untie his collar and abandon him, and as long as no one covets him, a loyal dog will be easily coaxed by his owner.

Sirius took the rose, and the strong fragrance was like a pile of Wenxiu Lord's clothes burying him.

He decided to keep the rose forever until old age and death separated them.

The bedroom door was not closed, and the boy's joyful voice attracted Remus' attention.

The sound of a door opening was heard not far away, and a moment later, Remus appeared in their sight.

"I thought you would sleep a little longer," Remus shifted his gaze to the silver-haired boy, "Have you finished the work?"

The gentler and more considerate Remus' tone was, the more guilty Wenxiu Lord felt. Noticing that he had been staring at the rose in Sirius' hand, Wenxiu Lord picked up one and put it in Remus' hand.

He didn't want to favor one over the other and cause himself unnecessary trouble.

The three of them walked into the living room of the bedroom and huddled together to watch the rain outside the window. Wenxiu Lord sat in the middle, with two people squeezing him on his left and right. In such a big bedroom, the three of them only occupied less than one square meter of space.

Wenxiu Lord felt a little hot, "Don't you two feel a little crowded?"

Sirius leaned closer to him, "I don't think so."

Remus narrowed his eyes and smiled, picked up the pastry on the coffee table and fed it to the silver-haired boy, "Why do you feel crowded?"

With his mouth blocked by the cake, Wenxiu Lord sighed in his heart, chewed and swallowed the food, "Sirius, don't push me anymore, I'll throw you back to the old Black house."

Regulus mentioned many times in his letters that he wanted Sirius to go back.

The threat worked, and Sirius moved to the side, giving Wenxiu Lord a few inches of breathing space.

"I'll go back when there's only one month left of the vacation." One month is enough for Sirius to learn spells.

As for the rest, even if you learn them, you will forget them, so there is no need to learn them at all.

Wenxiu Lord responded indifferently and turned his attention back to the dark cloud-covered sky outside.

It was raining inside Lord Manor, but the weather outside was fine. The mail owl flapped its wings and shook off the raindrops on its feathers.

The letter was enchanted, and when it arrived at Malfoy Manor, it was dry without being soaked by any raindrops.

The house-elf took the letter and placed it on the master's desk with great care. Even though there was a scratch and wrinkle on the envelope, the master would not let it go.

After a busy day without eating or drinking, Lucius' first priority was not to ask the house-elves to prepare food, but to return to the bedroom impatiently.

On the desk, a letter was quietly placed in the middle. Two thornless roses were pinned on the letter, looking tender and juicy. Lucius walked forward and carefully took one off. There were still water drops hanging on the center of the flower.

He opened the letter expectantly, and the boy said, "This flower reminds me of you."

The whole story is filled with the young man's love, which is passionate and sincere, making the young man blush and his heart beat fast, but also full of thorns.

Just because the letter was not written for him, the person who was supposed to receive the letter didn't care at all. When he received it for the first time, he just took a look at it and burned it in disgust. Then he gave the task of replying the letter to him.

He restrained himself from giving a polite and distant reply, hoping to discourage the silver-haired boy and dampen his enthusiasm.

But the boy's letters came like flowing water, containing daily trivialities, sweet words, and love that surged like a tsunami and drowned him and dragged him into the deep sea. He was sinking, he couldn't help himself.

In the hypocritical confrontation between Venus Lord and Tom Riddle, Lucius showed his true love.

Lucius wrote a few pages with great enthusiasm, trying not to reveal his true colors, and expressed his deeply hidden emotions in that man's tone.

The reply letter had already been sent, but Lucius returned to his bedroom and took out the letter and read it over and over again, torturing himself with satisfaction.

In the drawer at the bottom of the desk, which was locked with several protective spells, lay quietly all the love words that Wenxiu Lord had sent to Tom Riddle over this period of time.

Lucius raised his arms to cover his eyes, his sleeves were wet. In his bedroom, there were two roses that did not belong to him.

A light drizzle began to fall in his heart.