In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

Harley's limbs were already somewhat stiff, but she couldn't exert any strength at all. Her whole body ached, and her breathing rate was extremely fast. Anno could also feel Harley's heartbeat was very fast as she pressed her chest against his back.

Harley's nose has been bleeding frequently these past few days, and blood-red spots have appeared on her skin. She still looks beautiful, but she looks somewhat frightening.

But Anno turned and kissed his wife: "You will be saved."

Harley rested her chin on Anno's shoulder: "Mmm..."

When we arrived at Joseph's room, it was fairly tidy, filled with bottles and jars.

After Harley lay down on the bed, Joseph first recited something like a spell to make himself appear slightly glowing before approaching Harley.

Anno paid no attention to Joseph's unusual behavior, staring intently at his beloved wife.

Joseph swallowed hard.

He knows a little "magic".

It's not a magic trick, but a kind of "magic" belonging to the demonic path.

However, his qualifications are too shallow and inferior, and he is still just a third-rate magician, not even qualified to enter that place.

The magic tricks I learned were extremely superficial and simple.

However, it is sufficient for dealing with common illnesses and problems.

only......

“Sister Harley, she…” Joseph began with difficulty, “She is…too sick, I might…” He didn’t dare to continue.

Anno gripped Harley's hand tightly, looking at Joseph with sorrow.

“Darling, don’t make things difficult for... Joseph…” Harley tried to sit up, but coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The hand that was about to reach forward suddenly stopped.

Joseph tensed up instantly and quickly performed his magic trick.

“Sister Harley…this might be her last moment, Lawrence…I…I did my best.” Joseph sat dejectedly on the ground, clearly in great pain.

“Harley, Harley…” Anno pressed his forehead against Harley’s palm.

Harley, having calmed down a bit, touched Anno's face with her hand.

"How I wish... I could kiss you one more time... my love..." Harley's voice was weak and regretful.

She was going to die, she knew it.

But she was so sad, so very sad.

She clearly has a husband who loves her so much, and a son who is so well-behaved.

I...don't want to die...

Anno wept uncontrollably, completely disregarding her own feelings.

He bent down and kissed his lover.

Harley looked at her lover with a mix of regret, sadness, and happiness.

"Take good care of Adroson..."

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Chapter 219 The Meaning of Oneself

I have no other thoughts right now.

All that remains is sorrow, all that remains is despair.

She left my life.

The man hugged the tombstone, his eyes bloodshot from crying, the whites of his eyes almost invisible, and no tears could flow.

The three-year-old Adroson was held by Leonardo da Vinci. He was still somewhat naive and ignorant, but he also knew sadness.

He asked his godfather, "Godfather, isn't Mother coming home?"

Upon hearing this, Leonardo da Vinci could not contain his emotions. His legs went weak, and he hugged Adrosson and wept on the ground.

Baron Orvis and Verrocchio stood behind Anno, trying their best to keep themselves from crying out loud.

Lady Dorigina knelt to one side, her voice already hoarse.

Hari Bahargul Ovis, 1452–1477, died at the age of 25.

The inscription on the tombstone reads the following.

No one was invited to the funeral; only Harley's relatives and a few friends were present.

Ferrona squatted to one side, also sobbing uncontrollably.

Harley, with her long, wine-red hair, beauty like an elf, gentleness, intelligence, and understanding nature, is gone.

She left behind her deeply grieving husband and her young child, not yet three years old, as well as her parents and close friends, and sadly departed this beautiful world.

“How am I supposed to live in a world without you, Harley…” Anno hugged the tombstone as if she were still hugging her lover.

But this cold tombstone can no longer embrace its beloved.

............

Anno sat in his office.

He lived here ever since his Aunt Anna moved in, and he didn't move back even after she left.

Harley has been dead for half a month.

For the past two weeks, Anno has been in a daze, and may continue to be so.

Verrocchio was very worried about Anno's condition, so he put away all the portraits of Harley in his office.

Adrossson was still being guided by Leonardo da Vinci, after all, Anno's current condition was very strange.

Anno sat on the edge of the bed, reminiscing about her and Harley's moments together.

From the very beginning, the encounter between the young boy and girl by the river opened up a broad road for her artistic career. It was also at that time that Anuo remembered that beautiful long, wine-red hair.

Later, due to an order, Anno and Harley had a second encounter. That order also allowed Anno to learn tailoring and dress design.

What followed was a year-long collaboration between the two, during which the two exceptionally talented individuals gradually drew closer to each other and fell in love.

Then, after winning over Harley's parents, the two walked down the aisle and had a baby, Adroson, in the last two years. Anno is even considering having a second child.

Harley...

Anno spoke silently.

The door opened.

The butler, Ruslan, walked in.

"Master, it's time to eat something." Luslan looked at Anno with a hint of regret and confusion in his eyes.

He placed the food on the desk and stood quietly to one side.

A sliver of the dim, yellowish sunset shone through the window, just enough to illuminate Anno.

“Ruslan…” Anno’s voice was hoarse and low.

“Master,” Luslan sighed and replied earnestly.

"If it wasn't God who took Harley away from me, then who was it?" he murmured to himself, as if asking Ruslan, or perhaps himself.

Luslan half-squatted down, put his hand on Anno's shoulder, and looked into Anno's eyes: "Sir, you are a great man. Cheer up. Mrs. Harley's death was not caused by God or anyone else. Perhaps it was just fate."

Anno looked at her old butler, but didn't answer. She just lowered her head, lost in thought.

Luslan stood up, sighed, walked to the door, and unconsciously turned back to say, "If Madam were still in this world, she would not be able to bear seeing you so sad."

After he finished speaking, he closed the door and left.

“Harley…” Anno murmured to himself.

After some reflection, the dejected man stood up, walked to his desk, and looked at the meal his old butler had prepared for him.

I sat in the chair and looked out the window.

On the windowsill, a fallen leaf is stuck to a spider web.

A gentle breeze blows, the leaves decay, turn into fragments, and disappear in the wind.

Anno picked up a spoon and ate her food.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah... Waaaah..."

Tears fell in a steady stream, soaking the food and landing on Anuo's spoon, before Anuo stuffed them into his stomach in large mouthfuls.

The man's cries, combined with the rustling of leaves outside the window, were mournful and desolate.

............

the next morning.

Leonardo da Vinci brought Adrosson to visit Anno, and Manlio also returned.

Manrio didn't go directly to Anno's mansion; instead, he went to the cemetery to visit his sister Harley.

"Dad," Adroson called out timidly from the doorway of Anno's house.

Anno looked a little listless, but at least his mental state was no longer depressed.

“Luo Song.” Anuo picked up his son.

Da Vinci stood outside the door, and all three of them remained silent.

"Lawrence," Leonardo da Vinci called out, then hugged Anno.

At this moment, Leonardo da Vinci didn't know how to comfort Anno. Harley's departure was too sudden, and Anno and Harley were so loving. No matter how he comforted her, it would be disrespectful to their relationship.

Anno didn't say anything, but patted Leonardo da Vinci on the shoulder.

“Luo Song will need you to take care of him for a while longer.” Anuo’s eyes were red, the aftereffects of the large amount of tears she had shed had not yet subsided.

“Okay,” Leonardo da Vinci readily agreed.

"Thank you for your trouble." Anno didn't say anything more.