The heavy snow was falling, it was all red in William’s Mansion.
Charles stood at the entrance of the staircase and looked at the colorful hall, the scarlet carpet, the wall full of lucky characters, the blue eyes were cold, "Roy!"
"The lord!" Roy, who was staring at the servant to replace the oil painting on the wall with a new year’s painting of a fat baby, immediately ran to Charles, answered obediently, "What’s wrong, my lord?"
"Are you getting married?" Charles asked, looking at the string of red ribbons hanging in the air.
Roy silently lowered his head and didn’t speak. Since the first year of the New Year was arranged like this, Roy arranged like this every year. The question was asked once every year by the lord and it seemed to become a common practice.
So, as usual, Roy sile
