[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Water marks kept dripping on the frosted glass, and Lydia had to look closely at the handwriting he left behind.

It was a simple word, "happy".

After writing this word that made Lydia puzzled, Darcy paused.

hapiness?What is there to be happy about?

It must be because he took good care of the flowers, the petals did not show any signs of wilting, and they exuded a vibrant fragrance.

This vague fragrance seems to have penetrated the glass window and penetrated into Lydia's heart.

Lydia thought for a while, put down the book, and walked quickly to the door.

In the meantime, she combed her hair and smoothed out her skirt, which was a little wrinkled from sitting under the window.

She didn't even bother to take an umbrella, she walked through the flow of people entering the library, and walked in the direction of Darcy.

And Darcy turned towards her, watching her.

In the dark weather, the rain slipped down Lydia's neck and into the collar, bringing a little discomfort.

Darcy's whole body was drenched by the rain, but the flowers in his arms were still in full bloom, looking gorgeous and precious.

The rain was getting heavier, and there were fewer pedestrians on the street, and many of them hid in the library.

But neither of them cared about it.

"Mr. Darcy," said Lydia, "what are you doing here?"

Her voice is fast and soft, just like her usual style of handling things, but to Darcy's ears, the phrase "Mr. Darcy" is like cotton candy floating on coffee, with a hint of sweetness , and a bit bitter.

Darcy pursed his lips that were wet by the rain, "Come to find you."

He straightened the well-protected bouquet in his hand, "Happy birthday."

Darcy handed the bouquet to Lydia.

And Lydia was a little stunned, she completely forgot that today is her birthday.

Although it is indeed today... But how did Darcy know?Did he prepare a gift so carefully?

"You... how do you know that today is my birthday?" She stumbled and took the flowers, and looked up at Darcy who was taller than her.

He came to look for her in the rain, and it seemed that he hadn't seen her for a few days, and he seemed to have matured a lot.But when he came here with flowers, did he come here just for her, or did he just buy them when he met a little flower seller on the road?

The raindrops flowed down Darcy's nose to his chin, and Lydia realized that Darcy had been waiting for her for so long?

Still, Darcy looked terribly embarrassed, as bad as the first time she had met him.This is really queer.She looked at Darcy now, but kept thinking about what happened in the past. He helped her with her homework, and she got up in the middle of the night to watch the fire, but found a bouquet of pansies in her arms.

However, the way he is staring at himself intently now is a little, a little bit like I don't know how to describe it.

It's not like a partner holding her hand when dancing, or a gentleman's affectionate look when talking and laughing.

Little by little, Lydia's face turned red.

"I asked your sister," said Darcy, looking at Lydia with a sudden desire to rub her hair.

And he did.

The touch in the hand is soft, with a touch of warmth, and maybe a little rain.

Looking at Lydia like a frightened rabbit, looking up at him in a panic, her usual eccentric appearance disappeared, but she revealed a dull cuteness.

Darcy was dumbfounded.

If it is a little white rabbit, it is also a little white rabbit with steel teeth.

"Mr. Darcy?"

Lydia stood for a while, but Darcy didn't reply, he just looked at her stupidly, smiling awkwardly.

"Mr. Darcy," she called again, "thank you for the flowers."

Lydia touched the wrapping paper of the bouquet, and the ribbon pinned on it was also very beautiful, "Are you here to do something?"

"No," replied Darcy, "I just heard you were near the library..."

So I ran for a trip, with flowers, and my confused, young and ridiculous mood.

"Sir, it's time," Darcy's servant stepped forward, interrupting the brief exchange of glances.

The blush on Lydia's face faded a little, "Is there anything else, Mr. Darcy?"

She regained the tone she used to deal with Darcy, "I have nothing else to do, so I'll go back first. After all, it's not easy for me to come to London, unlike you."

Lydia said sourly.But coupled with his blushing expression, his eyes still a little hesitant, it doesn't look like losing his temper, but rather, acting coquettishly or...

"Nothing," said Darcy.

He looked into her eyes restrainedly, and sighed again, "See you tonight."

When it comes to night, Lydia feels even more guilty.

She was absent from work for so many days, and the system said that Darcy was taking care of all the dishes, and he was attacked by a wild beast once.

If the system hadn't arrived in time that day and put a protective cover around the camp, Darcy might have been lying down without blessing.

"See you tonight," Lydia stammered.

She hugged the flowers in her arms to make sure they wouldn't fall off, waved to Darcy, and ran back to the library almost as if fleeing.

And Darcy watched her disappear into the torrent of the crowd.

He watched Lydia disappear between the bookshelves before turning around and getting into the family carriage.

After Lydia returned to the library, she sat back in her previous seat.

She breathed a sigh of relief and read the previous book again.

But no matter how concentrated she was, she still couldn't see it. The letters were jumping around in front of her eyes like garbled characters.

I don't know why, even every character looks like Darcy's homework for her.

Lydia almost thought something was wrong with her.

She rubbed her eyes, everything in the book was normal.

She looked at the book and closed it again with a snap.

Stop looking at the head office!

Lydia put the book back on the shelf and happened to meet Kitty who came to her.

Together, the two went back to shopping.

In fact, shopping is always a physical activity.

The two of them determined to finish shopping this time before leaving, but they couldn't reach halfway, so it was really impossible.

They helped each other into a well-decorated coffee shop, ordered drinks and desserts, and the two collapsed on the chairs in a daze.

Lydia and Kitty did not come out until the café closed.

The manservant hailed the carriage intimately, and when they arrived at Courtney Street, where they were temporarily staying, the man knocked on the door and informed her in a low voice that she had arrived. Lydia rubbed her eyes and woke up Kitty next to her. Get out of the car with your own body.

Nodding her head once and for all, she slowly moved down from the carriage, almost falling asleep.

Lydia reluctantly half-opened her water-colored eyes, as if she saw that the house was still lit with warm lights, which were orange and erratic.

The cold wind was howling, and Lydia, who was only wearing a thin sand coat when she came out, couldn't help but sneezed, and hugged her bare arms tightly, trying to gain some warmth from this movement.

Kitty wanted to take off her coat distressedly, but was refused.

"The maid should be here soon," Lydia shook her head and said, "Your coat matches your clothes better, and I'm in better shape than you."

Not to mention that Kitty only had one coat, and it was given to her. What did Kitty wear?

Thinking of this, Lydia glanced enviously at the servant who had a thin coat but still looked very hardy.

She felt that her lungs were full of cold air, and she felt frostbite when she exhaled and inhaled.

Lydia leaned listlessly beside Kitty, waiting for the maid in the room to open the door.

Unexpectedly, the one who came to open the door was the casually dressed Elizabeth in a thick coat and slippers.

She saw Lydia and Kitty who were wearing thin clothes, and quickly pulled them in, then took off her coat and put it on Lydia.

The moment she stepped into the house, Lydia seemed to smell the looming smell of butter, the smell of roasted chicken with golden brown on both sides, and the thick corn soup stewed with vegetables and meat. It also warmed up.

"Sit down first," Elizabeth said, "I'll go to the kitchen and get you something to eat."

She glanced at Kitty complainingly, "Why did you come back so late?"

"I'm afraid you won't be in time," Kitty stuffed the coat on the coat rack casually, and collapsed on the comfortable recliner by the fireplace.

"What's too late?" Lydia asked.

"Nothing," said Kitty, grinning, "Happy Birthday!"

Lydia turned her head and looked at Kitty, a little surprised, "You haven't forgotten?"

"Nonsense, there are only a few people in our family," Kitty rolled her eyes, "Didn't you find anything different here?"

"I myself forgot today's birthday..."

But when it comes to changes, Lydia really didn't notice.

She looked around, hanging up colorful small flags, bright candles, and a lot of gift boxes piled on the table.

The top ones are larger, decorated with silver foil, and tied with ribbons, with pretty bows wrapped around them.

"Have you all prepared presents?" She asked incredulously, "All of them are for me?"

"It's not for you," said Kitty, "it's for God, don't you believe?"

Ignoring Kitty who was trying to tease her, Lydia almost couldn't wait to sit on the edge of the table and began to guess what these gifts were.

"Dangdang!" Jane came with a cake, "Lydia, happy birthday!"

It was a very simple-looking cake, only about six inches in size, and the white cream was simply wrapped around the outside of the cake, making it look simple but delicious.

Jane put the cake on the table, a little embarrassed, "None of us have done it, so it might be a little ugly..."

"I've only read the books," Mary added, "so it's kind of... not very practical."

"If you dare to dislike me, I will hit you," Kitty snorted.

After everyone shared the small cake one bite at a time, Lydia began to eat the extra dinner.

She held the grilled chicken leg in one hand and gnawed happily, while holding the cocoa in the cup with the other hand, taking a sip from time to time.

Fragrant, so fragrant.

After eating and drinking enough, she returned to the room with a bunch of presents and opened them one by one.

First came the gift from Kitty.

Lydia opened the box and found a beautiful dress lying inside. After trying it on a little, Lydia was almost amazed at her talent in this area.

The skirt is not loose, but is very slim and fits Lydia's body curve. The square neckline was designed with Lydia's shoulder line in mind, and it was slightly adjusted to reveal her beautiful shoulders.

And the most unique thing about this skirt is that its hem is in the style of a fishtail, but it doesn't look old-fashioned at all.

The asymmetrical design and a little scheming made Lydia dance with the skirt when she walked, brisk and clear.

Lydia was quite happy to switch it off, and decided to wear it to the prom next time.

She picked up another box and found that it was signed by Mary and Elizabeth.

In the past, Jane and Lizzie were the ones who gave gifts together. So now Lizzie and Mary are getting along as well?