Heiner did not answer easily, but opened and closed his lips. Though not outwardly, Annette noticed that he was a little perplexed.
After a few seconds, Heiner finally finally answered.
ââ¦â¦ of course.â
Then, as if he had come to his senses belatedly, he looked at the cigar in his hand. Heiner dropped the cigar to the floor and stepped on it gently with his foot.
Annette cautiously sat down beside him and murmured,
âI didnât know you smoked cigars.â
âI just quitâ¦â¦â
âAre you going to smoke again?â
âââ Itâs not that Iâm smoking again, itâs just that Iâve been having a lot of miscellaneous thoughts lately.â
âIs that why you smoke again?â
âThatâ¦. â
Heiner frowned slightly and eventually sighed.
âYes.â
He slurred as if he had just awakened from sleep. Annette stared at the trampled cigar and opened her mouth again.
âIâm moving to Huntingham early tomorrow morning. As Iâm sure you know.â
ââ¦And when you go, you wonât contact me again?â
âWhy do you ask such a question?â
Annette laughed as if she had heard a bland joke. Heiner realized she wasnât going to answer and asked no more.
He swept his lips once with the palm of his hand. Silence fell between them. The fire and the burning wood made the occasional sound of crackling.
Annette asked him with a slight turn of her head.
âIsnât it hard?â
âWhat is?â
âJust everything.â
Their gazes entwined in close proximity. He stared at her, as if trying to guess what she meant.
His gray eyes were an unfathomable abyss.
âIâd be lying if I said it wasnât hard.â
A brief confession flowed from Heinerâs mouth.
âI have too many lives on my shoulders â¦â¦..â
His words scattered like white smoke.
She suffered from a tremendous pressure and impatience to decipher even a single ciphertext. Annette could not dare to guess the weight that the commander-in-chief of a country was carrying.
No words could come out half-heartedly. No comfort or support seemed to be enough. At best, any words coming from her would have been even worse.
âThere was something I wanted to tell you.â
Heiner took his eyes off of her and said. His vulnerability had somehow cleanly vanished.
âThe code you deciphered was very helpful. No, helpful is not even the right word. The achievements you made will definitely be announced and rewarded later. So.â
âYes?â
âIs there anything you want?â
âSomething I wantâ¦.?â
âIâve been trying to figure out what I should compensate you with, and I thought I should ask your opinion first.â
It was something Annette hadnât even thought of. Initially, she did not expect to receive any compensation for this.
It was only natural to help, but throughout the work, she wondered if this would really help.
âOh, Iâ¦â
Annette was about to say she didnât want anything, but stopped for a moment. She clasped her hands on her lap. The trouble wasnât very long.
âTwo things, not big ones. Will you listen to me?â
âIâm nervous when you say it like that. What do you want?â
âI told you the other dayâ¦â¦.. I would like to pass along one letter before I leave.â
ââ¦â¦ to Sergeant Ryan?â
âYes.â
Heiner was silent for a moment. Annette waited quietly for his response.
Actually, it didnât matter if he said no. Ryan was surely a nice person and she would be sad not to see him, but it was just the way of human relations to try to send him a letter.
ââ¦The letter will be given to him after the censor. Whatâs the other one?â
Fortunately, the reply was positive. There wouldnât be anything bad, so censorship was not a factor.
Annette nodded and continued the conversation.
âThe other thing is, what I said before.â
âBefore â¦â¦â¦?â
âI really hope this meeting will be our last.â
ââ¦â
âThatâs the second reward I want.â
The expression faded from Heinerâs face.
Crack. The flames flickered. Annette looked directly at him, unfazed. Heiner suddenly laughed humorously after scanning her face absentmindedly.
âWell, come to think of itâyouâve always wanted that one thing. To get me out of your life.â
ââ¦â
ââ¦even though Iâve spent my entire life trying to get into your life.â
Heiner didnât look too angry or sad. He just looked emotionless and defeated like fallen leaves.
ââYes, I suppose I should listen if thatâs what you want.â
He looked like he would crumble with a light touchâ¦
âYou may go. Forever.â
The ashes rustled as the fire burned out. Annette relaxed her grip on her hand. Then she rose from her seat.
âAnnette.â
Just as she was about to walk past him, he suddenly grabbed her wrist. It was not a strong force. Annette turned her head and looked down at him.
Heiner smiled bitterly and asked.
âCan you give me a hug just once?â
Annette looked at him with surprised eyes. Heiner released her wrist from his grasp, as if he had no intention to force her.
She tried to give him a certain look, but failed. She didnât even know what she looked like.
She just hoped that she did not look weak.
Annette quietly approached him and hugged him. He let out a small moan as if he had been strangled. Heiner held her around her waist and buried his face in her like a young beast digging into his motherâs arms.
The breath in his chest quivered thinly as if he were sobbing. His hard, thick arms held her pitifully as if he were frightened.
Annette seemed to know vaguely what this was.
In the past, she had done this too. The only thing in her painful and lonely life that she could not let go of until the end. A welcome where she could comfort herself that all would be well, just as long as she held on.
For Annette, it was Heiner. She held on for a very long time and finally let go. And now it was his turn to let go.
Annette removed the arms that were holding her. Then she stepped back. His arms, having nowhere to go, slowly fell.
Heiner still had his head down. Even though he was not looking at her, Annette tried hard to school her expression.
She moved her lips a few times. It took her a few moments to adjust her voice. When she finally spoke, her voice was surprisingly firm.
âLetâs make sure we never see each other again.â
***
Annette returned to her room with a bouquet of blue flowers. It was a large bouquet decorated with statis and hydrangeas.
âNanny, do you know who left these here? I found them by the window in the practice room.â
âOh, by the window of the practice room?â
âYes, outside by the window.â
âIf itâs the outside windowâI donât know either. The rose garden and the window of the ladyâs practice room are connected. Shall I warn the servants not to let people in that way?â
âYes? No, no.â
Annette spoke shyly, looking down at the bouquet with a slightly flushed face.
âItâs romantic to secretly leave flowers in the practice room. I guess my performance was good.â
âOh, my lady. When is she going to grow up?â
âQuick guess, nanny. Who is it? Who left it there?â
âHmmmâ¦.. letâs see. Oh, it could be soldiers under the Marquisâ command. Today is the day of the weekly dinner party. They have access to the garden too.â
âNo, itâs not from the soldiers.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause the soldiers donât know about romance. If I say I play the piano, theyâll say things like you have a great hobby?â
âMiss, beautiful words, beautiful words!â
âAll right. Anyway, the soldiers couldnât possibly be interested in the garden enough to come inside. And the fact that he prepared a bouquet of flowers means heâs seen me play in the practice room before. He must like my performance, right?â
âYoung lady, this is not a matter for rejoicing; it is an abomination. He secretly spied on you, young lady!â
âHm? Why not? Isnât that romantic? Itâs 100 times better than hanging out like an animal looking for a mate at a party.â
âOh, because the lady is still so young and innocent. We really should move the practice room. Even if this didnât happen, I was worried about it being connected to the garden.â
âWhat are you talking about? Oh no! We have to find out who it is!â
âThe lady is really â¦â¦ okay, I wonât report this matter right away. Still, itâs right to design and move to a professional practice room in the near future. The lady canât practice in a room like that for the competition. Do you understand?â
âYes, I understand. Iâll think about it later. Nanny, can you put this in a vase?â
Cheekily answering, Annette handed the bouquet to the nanny. The nanny shook her head as if she had surrendered, tended to the flowers, and placed them in a vase.
âTheyâre beautiful, arenât they?â
âThe hydrangea is the same color as the ladyâs eyes.â
âYes?â
Annette smiled and looked at the flowers with both hands holding her face.
A gentle breeze blew into the spacious window. The blue petals swayed as if dancing along the wind.