[The Phantom of the Opera] Boundary Bridge

They sit at both ends of the rectangular table, holding a knife and fork, facing the food on the plate.

On the table was an extremely sumptuous feast, set out in finely carved gold, silver, and porcelain dishes and bowls, arranged in order on a walnut-colored tablecloth.Vegetable salad, sturgeon, macarons, maple apple tart, eclairs, foie gras, roast chicken, chocolate sauce, these exquisite and delicious meals are undoubtedly extremely thoughtful hospitality for the hungry host and guests.

However, Eric chewed the scallops at the bottom of the seafood soup without saying a word, while Enid kept tasting the bread and water in front of her with restraint.

Her dining posture is very elegant, her back is very straight, and she doesn't look like she is leaning on the back of the chair.The beige upholstery on the high back of the chair was still neat and wrinkle-free.

Although she is poorly dressed and only takes water and bread, she always embodies the refined and elegant life style of nobility.This demeanor made her frown slightly tiredly, but of course she never changed to the vulgar court.At least Eric was thankful for that, because he did appreciate the way she talked.

There are not many words, gentle and quiet, but appropriate and appropriate.

"I have a question that I would like to ask you." Eric felt that he was ready when he was about to eat.He stared suspiciously at the blonde girl's face, but his eyes remained firm and did not shift for a moment, "Excuse me... are you human?"

"No one else will hear your singing." - Said the witch.

Enid slowly put down the knife and fork in her hand, and the blond girl showed a soft smile when Eric asked him so solemnly and fearfully, even with some anxiety."I suppose that's not really what you're asking?" she said.

Eric didn't move, he just stared at her face, as if he must have an answer.The smile gradually disappeared from the girl's face, leaving only a faint shadow.Enid's eyes were in a trance for a moment, she lowered her head quietly and thought for a while, and then she opened her mouth slowly and indifferently.

"I died once."

"So, what made you die for it?" Eric pursued, and he had a premonition that he was about to get an answer—or a companion, a temporary solace.Sure enough, she looked at him silently, and asked after a while, "Have you seen that witch too?"

Eric trembled violently all over his body.

"Yes, yes, of course I—oh, and what about you? What did you get from her? What do you mean by 'died once'? And you—" He hesitated for a moment. , as if I don't know whether to ask this question.But he finally ventured to ask: "Have you—have you ever regretted it?"

The girl looked at him quietly, her azure blue eyes were as clear and serene as when they first met.She first answered his last question—the one Eric feared the most, the one he didn't want to face, and the one he cared about the most.

"No." She said, her expression was quiet and calm, and there seemed to be a faint halo on her face.

"Ah..." Although he had already got some clues from the girl's always smiling expression, Eric still felt a burst of relief when he actually heard Enid say the word.Because it goes to show that everything about witches isn't a hoax - that people can actually get what they want from it, as long as they actually figure out what they want.He was grateful now that he had met Enid.

"So what did you ask for from her?" Eric asked, eager to get more information, but his expression obviously relaxed a little unconsciously, "What do you offer in exchange?"

"I," the girl uttered the first word hoarsely, and then said after a moment of silence, "I got the daughter of the sea from her, the song of the little mermaid... In exchange, I gave up my wealth, fame, title And who I was. So I tell you, I've died once—the old me has died."

"what did you say?"

Eric was surprised to hear such an answer.

That beautiful, siren-like song really came from the bottom of the sea--it belonged to the little mermaid who died for love, not Enid--would the song he gave to the witch be sold like this?Thoughts flickered in his mind one after another, but what he really asked was not any of them.In fact, Eric asked the question almost with some anger and confusion.

"You mean wealth? How can wealth match such a beautiful singing voice? What qualifications does wealth have to exchange for such a natural sound!"

It wasn't until after he had said this that he realized that it might have been an offense, but instead of apologizing immediately with a strange confidence, he stared intently at the girl's face, waiting for some kind of answer from her.Enid was on the other side of the long table, with her hands folded on the table, her always quiet and peaceful expression seemed to skip the anger of being offended for a moment, but the anger disappeared in a flash.

She just said quietly, tolerantly and even gently: "It's not just wealth."

"It's not just wealth, what I'm giving up is the life I've had since I was born and spent 17 years in between."