Heather who counterattacked

Florence, Italy

The sky was twilight, and the dark and cold room was still airtight by the thick curtains. Occasionally, a little thin light fell through the gaps in the curtains, but it seemed that the almost stagnant air was even more oppressive.Those who just entered the door were startled by the suffocating dullness. Although it can be said that they are used to his convulsions from time to time, they still have lingering fears every time they see it.

Turning around, he carefully closed the door, blocking all the bright light from the outside again.He walked a few steps forward and stopped, squinting his eyes to adjust his pupils' adaptability in the dark, even if he couldn't see, he still put on a respectful look.

The person who sat at the desk all night didn't seem to be aware of this slight movement, and remained motionless in place without even making a sound, heavy and heavy like a lingering evening cloud.His sitting posture was extremely upright and upright, his back was so stubborn that he maintained a relative distance from the back of the chair, his demeanor after being silent for several hours was already a little stiff, but his expression in the twilight was extremely pale, almost expressionless.

The young man who was reckless and reckless and gave up on himself one day learned to accept the correct meaning of the word, so that he could accept all the pain that came with it so calmly.So the innocence left with the past and never returned, and the silence and gloom that are familiar with the world are slowly stained between the brows, no matter how flamboyant and arrogant.I am afraid that no one can understand his changes better than the people who have followed him all the way. The transition from the hippie and smiling attitude towards him in the past to the trembling attitude now is evident.

Lawton, as one of the lucky witnesses of this journey, has already marveled at this many times—it turns out that Mrs. Safair has such a magical training method, which can correct the crooked seedlings to such an appearance!

After a silent stalemate for an unknown amount of time, I finally heard a voice coming from the front: "Where's Madam?" The voice, which was in the process of changing its voice, was hoarse like a scratch on the glass, but it already showed faint signs of deepness.The emphasis in the tone sounded familiar, and Laughton couldn't help but think of the black-haired nobleman he had seen before.

"Still in the conservatory," he replied meticulously as he walked his mind, "Madam told me to tell you that I have not made any arrangements for you in the next two days, and you can decide your own itinerary."

The hostess of this sapphire has suffered from extremely severe insomnia for many years.It is not a disease caused by any impairment of the body's function, but it seems to be cursed. No matter whether it is day or night, there is no peace of sleep, and only about one or two hours in the afternoon can sleep soundly during the day. It is also common to stay in the greenhouse all night.

Marcus's eyes shifted from the focusless distance, subconsciously turned to the vase at the other end of the desk.The blooming flowers froze at the beginning with the most vivid colors, no matter how lifelike the imitation is, it is still lifeless——Only in this area where every inch of land is golden, Mrs. Savoyle has a greenhouse of nearly two acres of land , but the entire huge house is not decorated with a single flower, because she can accept the natural withering of flowers, but she does not want to see any man-made falling off.

After looking at it, he got up, and the calfskin boots made a crisp knocking sound on the log floor, and when he stretched out his hand, the heavy curtain fell into a big gap.The hazy light slammed down hard on his face, even the turbid suspended particles in the air seemed to be shining because of it.

Its daybreak. "What about him?" The young man's voice was almost inaudible, as thin as these fine dust.

"...No news." The man was busy mo-teaching his girl, and after putting you down, he didn't think about this at all!Glancing up secretly, he suddenly felt that the lifeless cloud on the person in front of him was even slightly ridiculous.

Because of the identity of the person he was following, he had already seen too much in this so-called high-class world.It can be seen that so many people have covered their faces and bodies with thick masks.Probably the only one, His Excellency, who can’t find any disguise after dialysis—he just has that kind of confidence, proclaiming the world so deeply and domineeringly, he is such an existence, and he will not be shaken by anything—from From soul to bone, there is a biting indifference.

That strong sense of presence is too aggressive, and it can infect everyone around you without knowing it.His master has still ignorantly imitated that style until now, and even Mrs. Safair's ruthless means can't erase this trace from him. Isn't it just a testament to the depth of its influence? ?

It's a pity that if you don't learn well, you won't be a real person. No matter how similar your learning is, it will look like... pretending.

Laughton couldn't bear to be aggrieved by the dress, so he asked directly, "The dress is ready, do you want to go to the banquet?"

The bronzing pattern glowed slightly in the thin morning light, even if the light was not strong, it would be dazzling.

"No." That question seemed to open a certain emotional gap, and the boy's indifferent voice became lighter, perhaps because he wanted to cover up the deep jealousy and haze in that voice? "Just send the gift over."

"Two days... I'll go back to Turin."

Kane's successor, he can take care of everything on his own, and Safair's young master, even if he puts on a layer of literary and cold, is as stupid as a flower.

Thinking of the so-called gift, Laughton felt a toothache.Also, after all, Madam showed mercy and set aside two days for that coming-of-age ceremony, not thinking about exchanging feelings between the two families, what are you going back to Turin for?

Look, no matter how well you pretend, you can't hide the truth.There is still a lack of heart.

Madrid, Spain

"Isaac?"

The boy who was as lazy as a boneless boy on the sofa cast a look at the other person as if giving charity: "That rural place in the north? What kind of shabby place is this, and the second uncle ordered us to go for a walk?"

Xia Lai hooked his bow tie to tidy up, and said slowly: "Arnuo, the information is right by your hand, you can reach it with your hand, so don't be so lazy."

There was a sound of turning pages.Then the peach-eyed boy threw the things far away without hesitation, and twitched half of his cheeks while nestling on the sofa: "This is also called information?! What the hell is this girl doing? She didn't reveal any other information except her family background." ?”

Xia Lai tried on the dress he had just delivered in front of the mirror, and took a long time to look at it. Calmly and sideways, he pointed to the waistline and made a gesture. The person watching him nervously took notes immediately. "The new head of the Kane family."

"Tsk, don't stress it to me. What a blessing, you can already manage the family at such a young age, Xia Lai, you can even touch the sides now!"

Xia Lai slightly curled her lips: "You think it's that simple? If she hadn't had a good guardian, there would have been no scum left."

"Uh...who?" The boy suddenly turned over and stared at him, inexplicably aroused interest, "Even the second uncle can't find out?"

"It's not that you can't find it, but it's unnecessary to check it." He was about to try on the second set of clothes, "There are always some things, there will be fears in various aspects, so difficult that you find it difficult to do anything, and you have to come up with the best way to deal with..."

After a slight pause, he turned his head to look at his cousin on the sofa who had raised his eyebrows and showed a disapproving expression, and smiled: "Don't think of the world too simply - of course, it's okay for you, the second son will always have a lot of things. Privileges—you only need to try on your clothes, and it will be enough to go out with me for a while when the time comes, yes, right now, right now, right now.”

"Don't count me in, I don't have time to go to that shitty place!"

"I can't help you, you will have some free time if you don't flirt with those women."

"Oh, Xia Lai, I hate you!!"

The person in front of the mirror watched helplessly as his cousin was being dragged down by the servant, and silently turned his head to continue looking at himself.After staring at it silently for a while, suddenly I couldn't help laughing, Aurora... probably just has the same name.

The banquet hall is brightly lit.

Cyril, who hadn't expected a good show tonight, was still in her room staring at the new rose specimen on the desk in a daze.This time it's a bit outrageous, with only a few petals.

Cyril was a little bit confused when he was aggrieved.

In fact, when he saw this flower, his intuition told him that something was wrong.Pure black roses can be bred, but there are always some differences in the varieties of each laboratory. Such a familiar and pure color told him almost instantly that this thing is inseparable from the thing in his mind Relationship - he searched the entire Windsor Palace, but he only found two flowers.A sample of one of them was in his hand, and the other was pinned to Princess Margaret's chest, so he couldn't ask for it at all.

But even if he didn't check thoroughly, he could be sure that the two roses were the same.The test results also told him that this rose was of the same origin as the one that humiliated him back then.But why has it finally forgotten the powerlessness of the year, and it came to create a sense of existence again?

I searched through all the people who have recently entered Windsor Castle, and I can't find anyone who is unusual-the possibility that the information has been tampered with cannot be ruled out.What troubled Cyril was why Princess Margaret wore the same rose as the original one.Could it be that the inexplicable man has something to do with the princess?

It shouldn't be, this princess has lived in Ireland for a long time, and she hardly communicates with the outside world, and there are no visitors in her residence for many years... It is obvious that something can be found by continuing to search, but how can there be anything big under the Queen's nose? action?So I can only hold my breath and swallow it?And the former rose was nowhere to be found, and the latter was even more helpless.Princess Margaret probably just came to see the Queen and the children. The twins did not attend the birthday dinner and have already left for Ireland... Cyril is in a bad mood.

This kind of badness continued until Aurora's coming-of-age ceremony.

The quiet town has probably not been so lively for a long time.The first time Xi Ruier stood at the balcony and looked out, he wanted to sigh.So he hates banquets the most.

Although he didn't need to press the scene, he still went downstairs and watched the banquet in the dark.

The news about him in Isaac has not been particularly concealed in these years. After all, with the identity of the Duke of Silver Moon behind his back, it is difficult to disappear completely, but not everyone knows about it.And even if most people know, they are just silent. As long as he doesn't show up on the surface, this attitude is enough for people to understand what he didn't say.

The higher the height of the station, the more communication between each other depends on the brain.Why do nobles look different from others?Because a person is a collection of history, not only his own, but also others.

He looked at Aurora.

Aurora was wearing a crimson one-shoulder silk dress, standing at the focus of light and sight, smiling and watching the guests.

The knee-length skirt is a simple style, but it is amazing because of the unique design of the details.

Rather than saying that the bright fabric is simply patchwork and laying, you can find that it is a modification of a single piece of material when you look closely. The flower plate is full of girlish playfulness and elegance.

Except for the obsidian pendant on the top of the head, there are no ornaments on the whole body, and the long hair that is coiled up high is deliberately left a bunch of thin hair on the side, curling and hanging on the bare shoulder, swaying slightly along the arc of the eyes, It was an indescribable temptation.

Mingming kept smiling, but the smile was extremely weak.The curvature of the corner of the lips is very natural, no matter how hard you look for it, you can't find a trace of deliberation, but there is an inexplicable alienation.Only people who are familiar with her can tell at a glance. Although her demeanor has changed a lot because of Mrs. Wendy, those small movements have not changed like Cyril's, and they are always the same.

She stood there quietly, just like a scorching and deep fire, rising up silently from the abyss-like extreme place, and after inadvertently turning her eyes, all the colors in her vision were overwhelmingly dimmed , Domineering and arbitrarily encroaching on all your attention.For such a little girl, her youthful vigor is fully revealed with her clothes!But what makes people have to be amazed is that the young man is not immature, impetuous, or rebellious at all, but is as safe and flawless as a battle-tested veteran.

Mrs. Wendy was standing by her side just now, but now she has retreated to the second line.Seeing that Aurora is able to respond with ease no matter whether she is facing a scheming patriarch, an elegant and dignified lady, or a young and energetic young man, she is relieved.

Speaking of today's makeup, there is another reason.Aurora's original choice was a fuchsia bodice-wrapping floor-length dress.It is indeed extremely beautiful, and it fits her temperament very well, but Mrs. Wendy shook her head after only one glance. The 16-year-old is a fact that cannot be erased no matter what. Not being immature does not mean that you can fully arm yourself with maturity. The most natural form is the truth that meets the viewer's senses, and there is no need to add or subtract.

Kane's Patriarch doesn't need to be deterred now, because she is just a child, and pure truth plus a hint of incomprehensible mystery is already the best performance.

Then, I saw a young man walking in front of her and bending down.

He was about the same age as Aurora, and his steady and calm appearance could not conceal the sunny and clean temperament unique to his youth.

Seeing him for the first time, Cyril was in a bad mood.

The author has something to say: 11.15

Still owe one more?Well, I will continue to owe it, I can’t code it today... By the way, during the injection process at night, I was tortured by Plants vs. Zombies 2. Is such a difficult level really a real man?

Let’s make a transition, the following plots will be precipitously removed from the literary and artistic descriptions, let’s go one by one~

PS: Klauris is actually the name of the god of flowers in Greek mythology.