I Am the Tutor of Count’s Daughter - CH 22

“When it hurts, it can be expressed differently from the original. Maybe, something like that.”

I couldn’t bear to tell Amber, a child , to understand her father. It’s up to the grown count who have to understand.

I will meet the count and Amber fell off Ellin and spoke firmly.

said, “No, don’t do that.”

It was definitely a good atmosphere just now, but it broke in an instant.

“Huh?”

“I must be crazy for a moment. So don’t be clumsy to do something. Don’t make an accident and just stay with me.”

Amber’s eyes are filled with distrust towards Elin.

“Don’t make an accident? Don’t you trust me?”

“You didn’t speak properly in front

of my father. Your voice trembles, your face turns blue.”

I couldn’t say, ‘Oh, it’s because I stopped breathing in love with your father handsome face.’

“Let’s stop talking and have a class.”

Back to the former Amber, no, a little less venomous.

One thing is for sure, it’s better to be nasty than a somber Amber. It’s really stuck even if you’re hooked on beans.

“Amber, the roses are starting to bloom, shall we go out to the garden and study ? While eating tea and snacks?

Ellin acted cute to Amber. Ah.

I’ll blow my melancholy heart out of the beautiful rose garden.

“I don’t care.”

She had a heart attack on her face, but Amber…

She gave me her permission. I didn’t think she would give me permission .

While the maids set up tea tables in the garden, the two briefly walked through the garden where the roses began to bloom.

“Amber, look at this coveted rose. Don’t you think the watercolors are wide open? Look, even if it’s the same white rose, it’s all different colors.” Elin’s voice rose with excitement.

As much as Elin likes beautiful things, she also likes a rose called the queen of flowers. Of course I liked it.

Standing in this beautiful rose garden, Amber, with white blond hair shining in the sun and eyes like purple flowers, was dreamy like a fairy’s garden.

“They all look the same to me.”

“No, look closely. It’s cool white, and it’s subtly different in dark shadows with young white, elegant white with elegant white requirements. Don’t you think that poem will come out of itself?”

“I don’t know about poetry, I know the principles of science. The amount of light absorbed varies depending on the angle of view, and the concentration and saturation that we see are different.”

I couldn’t find a single touch with Amber’s dry voice.