In the bedroom on the second floor, when I came here again, I suddenly had a feeling that it was like two lifetimes.
The soft bed was a little messy.
That was the place where Edmund and I used to live together.
Countless times, I woke up from this bed, but I never thought that one day, this bed might welcome a new hostess.
There was an ashtray on the bedside table, in which there were several extinguished cigarette
I don't remember that Edmund has the habit of smoking. At least, he has never smoked in front of me.
But now, looking at those cigarette butts, I can't help wondering why he smoked?
In a bad mood?
Or something else?
Then I realized that I thought too much.
What does it have to do with me whether he smoke or not?
Now I'm just his butler. There's no need to pay too muc
