[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

Baron Vanville was stunned for a moment, and Dr. Pompadour waved his hand impatiently. Even though he is a good friend with the other party, he is always impatient when encountering patients.

"Hurry up, hurry up if you don't want her to die."

The man pursed his lips.

Dr. Pompadour took little Prince Cade aside and blocked his sight.

Baron Fanville didn't think about anything anymore, he half hugged Margaret.

"She's getting thinner." Such a voice sounded in his mind so abruptly, the baron's movements were stunned for a moment, and then he lowered his eyes and changed Margaret's clothes. During this period, pregnant The person in the room is not awake at all, her cheekbones are sickly red on both sides, and she seems to be stuck with something in her breath. Sometimes when she feels uncomfortable, she will unconsciously grab the things around her with her weak nails.

When Dr. Pompadour came over, the careful doctor quickly discovered a red mark on the back of the man's hand from being scratched.

He glanced at the baron, and then realized that the normally observant man hadn't noticed his gaze at this moment, his blue eyes were still looking at the black-haired woman, and his brows were furrowed.

Pompadour withdrew his gaze, and he checked Marguerite's eyeballs, and then observed her mouth and other places. Combined with the original diagnosis, he said: "The good part is the same as the original condition, and the bad part is the same. The place is that the current conditions are obviously not as good as before."

He opened the medicine box and took the syringe for the injection.

After 10 minutes, Baron Vanville could not stay any longer, he sent Cade back to his bedroom, and then left the palace with Dr. Pompadour.

Margaret didn't wake up all night, and didn't wake up until noon the next day.

She still felt uncomfortable, but it was no longer unbearable. She opened her eyes and was about to get up, but found something in her hand.

A note with information on it.She looked, then was silent for a moment, there were only two letters on it.

"ff."

It doesn't need to be too clear, Margaret knows who it is.

She leaned on the pillow, still coughing from time to time, but she didn't feel as uncomfortable as yesterday. She touched her forehead.It doesn't seem so hot anymore.

Margaret held the note in her hand and rested it weakly on the left, she closed her eyes.

In Prince Beaumont's study, the latter looked at the hands on his table, and then raised his eyes.

"I have not given you permission to enter my study, child."

"I beat your servant." Gaston admitted bluntly, and he continued to tell his reason for coming with a smile, "You lied to me."

Prince Beaumont smiled slightly, and looked at the black-haired young man with pity.

"What did I lie to you? My child, according to your request, I let her have this opportunity to break away from a prostitute and become a tailor. Now, come and tell me that I lied to you."

The smile on Gaston's face froze for a moment, his muscles tensed, and finally he bowed his head and begged, "Please let the doctor go and see her, please."

"Oh, my dear child, how many times have you begged me for a woman like that?"

Prince Beaumont smiled slightly, and he asked Gaston to come to him. The latter followed his advice and knelt on the ground on one knee. Prince Beaumont lightly scrubbed the young man's pretty face, and said, "You still want to How many times do you ask me for her?"

"She's going to die." There was a tremor in the young man's voice, he suppressed the smile, and squeezed it stubbornly like a child.

"Son, my poor child, don't you understand?" said Prince Beaumont pityingly.

"Your mother is gone, she's not your mother, she's just a pretty courtesan."

"I..." Gaston opened his mouth, but the prince's expression had become stern.

"Or, are you going to leave me for others like your mother?"

"No..." said Gaston weakly, "I will not leave you. Where would I go without you?"

Prince Beaumont's expression finally softened a little, and he allowed Gaston to kiss his ring as a sign of forgiveness.

"Arrogant child, don't try to leave me." He murmured.

Gaston returned to his residence, his face was always confused, and he handed his coat to the expressionless housekeeper, "There is no need to prepare lunch at noon." He said, and then walked heavily Back to his bedroom.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, the expression on his face suddenly changed. He sank his eyes, pulled his bow tie and walked towards the bathroom in the bedroom. He took off his clothes vigorously all the way until only a pair of trousers were left. In front of the mirror.

The young man turned on the faucet, and the clear water splashed. The weather in November is always a bit cold, but Gaston didn't seem to feel it.

He filled a pool of water and buried his face in it.

His black curly hair fluttered in the water, and he stayed in the water for a long time, until his entire lungs seemed to explode before suddenly raising his head.

In the big mirror, there is a thin young man, he is tall, and his muscle texture is as beautiful as his face.The plaster-like skin, but because of his beautiful facial features, he will not feel too pale and weak at all.

Gaston blinked slowly at himself in the mirror. He turned his face to the side to compare a small obvious mole on the skin on the right side of his neck. In this place and in the same position, his mother also had it.

The young man squatted down and rummaged through the locker. Then, he leaned his back on the tiles and smoked a little decadently.

The smoke was so thin that his eyes were blurred.

He was biting a cigarette and stroking the hair on his forehead with his right hand, as if he wanted to straighten them.

The faucet was not turned off, and the water gradually came out of the pool, and then flowed along the marble lines to the ground. The young man only reacted when the cold water soaked his toes.

Gaston stood up, he pinched out the cigarette, and then walked to the sink, he turned off the tap, and washed his face again, he washed his face very carefully, as if he was thinking about every movement.

"I'm being naive," thought Gaston.

He propped his hands on the sink, and the hair on his forehead was still dripping with water. Some of the water dripped down his neck to his chest and back, and then all the way down, wetting his dark trousers.

He had to think of a way. Thinking of this, Gaston looked up at himself in the mirror, then he looked away and grabbed a towel to dry himself.

The dark-haired young man came to the bedroom with wet steps. He sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, thinking.

Later, when the black-haired young man got the news, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he chewed on a name in his heart—Fernandez Vanville.

Gaston Garrel stood in front of the French windows, his white shirt baggy looking, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and he stood there for about an hour.

It seemed that no one knew what this young man was thinking. His eyes were slightly squinted. Then, he exhaled a smoke ring and dropped the cigarette ash into the fine threaded ashtray. The corner of the young man's mouth hooked. up.

Inside the palace, Margaret was listening to the little prince Cade's thoughts. He spoke very fast. In fact, he might not know what he said, but after what happened last night, he seemed to be frightened. Yes, no matter how fast you speak and how devoted you are, you will always pause and look at Margaret in the next second, as if to confirm that she will not fall asleep like yesterday.

Cade couldn't stay longer, and this little guy didn't know where he was sneaking around all day. When Margaret asked him, the little fat guy just blinked and said he was like a mouse.

"Rats will wander around in dark alleys."

Such a young child is not like an ordinary child when he asks some questions. Although Margaret does not think that Cade has the IQ of a teenager, there is no doubt that this kid will not be the kind who only knows Children who want candy.

After Little Prince Cade left, Margaret endured for a while and finally coughed again. Her throat was still sore, but it wasn't that bad.

She lay on the bed thinking about what she should do.

At the same time, in Prince Beaumont's study, the man rarely left his soft chair. He walked to the place where the window should be, but it was completely sealed off, with only one bare wall.

He looked at the wall, then reached out and touched it.

Due to his movement, the ring scratched slightly towards the wall, leaving shallow marks.

The man frowned. He raised his hand and examined the female ring. Then, he hesitated for two steps and left the study.

The bronzing codex on the desk forgot to close and stayed on one page.

Half a month later, a piece of news gradually began to circulate in the sky of Paris. That Marguerite Gautier was not a woman who endangered the country at all, but a saint!

Several families have already said this. The family members who were seriously ill suddenly recovered. It is said that they saw God in their dreams. God told them that his messenger, a woman named Marguerite Gautier He sent it.

At first no one believed this fallacy, but when more and more people received God's instruction and spread it, gradually, some people began to believe it.

"If she's just an ordinary courtesan, why would the emperor and empress ask her to make wedding dresses?"

"Yeah! A courtesan can't do this, let alone some time ago there was news that that Marguerite Gautier was going to die, but came back to life!"

People were talking about it, not only in the streets, but also in elegant cafes.

"Did you hear about those things?"

Baron Fanville looked up at the woman in front of him. His long brown hair was curly, reflecting the woman's fair skin. Her face was exquisite like a fine work of art. It was only suitable for displaying in a high-end window, and it was afraid of being broken when placed at hand.

"Which ones are you referring to?" He asked his fiancée decently. The latter bit her lips slightly, as if she was considering whether this was appropriate, but finally said softly, "It's about Mrs. Margaret."

The name Margaret is like a strange magic, or something that people can't refuse, it slowly invades a person's heart, and when you find it, you can't finish it. Pulled out completely.

"Yes, I've heard of it." The man said with a smile.

"What do you think?" asked the princess.

Baron Fanville completely ignored his own intentions. He smiled and said, "It doesn't have much to do with us, my dear."

"That is, the people above need to consider."

He stretched out his hand and motioned for Marina to pass it to her. The latter raised his hand in a daze. The baron took it and kissed the other's palm. This gesture was a little ambiguous. The young lady was ashamed and shy, she lowered her head, but she couldn't hide the smile on the corner of her mouth.

Baron Vanville was still smiling, his eyes looked at the girl in front of him, but the impression formed in his mind was clearly another woman, with black hair and dark eyes, who always treated him reserved and distant, a different woman A woman, bold and reckless, a stupid woman who almost gave her life for her choice.

"I want you to stay by my side forever."

This sudden confession made the princess almost faint with happiness, her fingers trembling, and then shyly but bravely said: "Ah, of course."

The man slightly lowered his head to look at the young lady in front of him, he smiled again, and then kissed her fingertips.

After half a month, Margaret's health has improved, and it is now late November, close to early winter.

The winter in Paris is not warm at all, more cloudy than sunny, and it rains for more than two-thirds of a month.

Margaret had nothing to do, but after being ill some time ago, she was no longer so anxious.She waited, and always said to herself, "Just get through this winter."

She was drawing her own design draft in the bedroom, her charcoal pen was moving on the drawing paper, as if the snowflakes fell one after another when she raised her eyes.

In the first ten days of December, this year's snow came a little earlier, and for Margaret, a piece of news also came earlier.

In this bedroom, Albert, who hadn't seen him for a long time, came over.

She was dressed warmer than when I saw her in summer, but she was not bloated at all. This tall and thin elderly lady still had a serious face. She walked up to Margaret and told her that the emperor and the empress will see her.

"Please give me time to change." Margaret tried her best to stabilize her mood, which was not just happy.

Albert allowed her.

Margaret thanked the other party and went to the changing room.

Her hand stroked the dress that had been made for two weeks, and then she took it off.

After Marguerite finished changing and came out, Albert also looked up at her for a while.

The young woman in front of her was wearing a long dress made of crimson red velvet. The style of the dress was extremely simple. The sleeves were only two-thirds long and did not reach the wrists to keep out the cold.

In the early winter weather, the woman's skin was almost white and transparent. Because of illness, the wrist bones appeared more protruding, but because she was already a slender person, she didn't look too ugly.

The upper body is tightly attached to the body line. Against the background of the long sleeves, the arms are slender and soft. The hem looks docile because of the velvet's own heavy feeling, which adds a touch of nobility to walking.

Not only the clothes, but also the hat made of velvet. A small black silk net was worn to cover half of the forehead. A coiled rose was worn crookedly on the hat, making the eyebrows and eyes more profound and delicate.

The older female officer moved her eyes to the window, and finally she said, "Can you go?"

"Yes," said Margaret.

A group of them walked through the long corridor and arrived after 10 minutes.

It has been more than four months since Margaret entered the palace, but today was the first time she saw the emperor.

The emperor was a very young man, about 25 or [-] years old, with dark golden curly hair, not tall, fair skin, with a little freckles, his facial features looked much softer than ordinary men.

Instead of wearing the emperor's uniform, he changed into a private suit, which made him look much more gentle.

Margaret saluted the two of them.

"Madame Margaret, please don't be restrained." Emperor Angoulême said, his voice was sweet, and it always made people feel that what was in front of him was not the king of a country, but an amiable young man, but Margaret did not Dare to really think so.

Let me ask, if the other party is really just a gentle young man, how could she have been under house arrest for four months?

A scary person is often not because he has a terrifying appearance or rough behavior, but because he is obviously scary, but always makes people feel that he is an approachable person.

Margaret listened respectfully.

This world is like this, even though the person who put her under house arrest is right in front of her eyes, she still has to show a humble attitude.

Emperor Angouleme spoke slowly, and his words were cordial and friendly. However, after careful analysis, each sentence concealed temptations. In the end, Marguerite had to pinch her thigh secretly to keep wide awake.

"Madame Marguerite, my wedding with Queen Isabel will be held in March next year. During this period, I hope you can make a dress for Queen Isabel that can match her." Emperor Angoulême said.

"My honor, Your Majesty." Margaret stood up to thank her, and Queen Isabel smiled at her.

"Dear Mrs. Margaret, I think Christmas Eve is not far away now, and you may feel homesick. I will discuss with His Majesty that you can go home first."

Margaret was very surprised to hear the news, but she quickly calmed down and thanked the gift again.

Now that she was allowed, Margaret didn't want to stay for a moment, and Queen Isabel sent a carriage to take her back.

Margaret packed a few pieces of luggage and was about to leave.But right there in the corridor, she saw a man.

"Good day, Lady Margaret." Baron Fanville said with a smile.

Margaret returned the same greeting.

The man passed her by, as if nothing had happened. Margaret didn't look back, but she didn't immediately move forward either.

She turned her face slightly to look outside, and the feather-like snowflakes were falling down one after another, and a thick layer had already accumulated on the ground.

Margaret took a deep breath, calmed down, and then the prenatal education left.

She was sitting in the carriage, her eyes were a little blurred.

Just after leaving the palace gate, the carriage stopped.

Margaret restrained her mind, she hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her hand, and was about to open the car door to ask what was going on, but someone had already taken a step ahead of her.

The white snow is falling, even though it is only a narrow line of sight, people can still feel its fluttering and free and easy.

Those unmelted snowflakes condensed on the hair on the young man's forehead, making it look a little wet.The plaster-like complexion seemed a little rosy in the snowflakes all over the sky. His eyes were bent, and his lips were red and shiny. He looked at Margaret as if they just parted ways yesterday.

"You look so thin and beautiful!"

Margaret's lips were trembling at first, and the cold wind blowing in made her shiver, but soon, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Ah, you too!"

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Gaston sent Margaret back to the red house, and the coachman was also happy to receive Gaston's money. First, he didn't have to drive the car to send her off, and second, he had money to buy wine.

Margaret was sitting in the carriage. She had been sitting upright before, with distant eyes, but now she was lying on it, falling asleep.

The snowflakes outside the window were still falling one after another, and before long, there was a world covered in silver.

There was a thin mist between the young man's breath, and when he raised his head, some of those cold snowflakes fell on the tip of his nose, making him shiver with cold.

"Do you like snow?" Gaston asked, but got no response.He slightly opened the car door and took a look. Inside the small car, a woman in a crimson velvet dress was sleeping peacefully.

Seeing each other again after a four-month absence, this seemed to be the first time he saw the other person sleeping soundly.

With black hair covering her face and beautiful features, she was already slender, but now she is even thinner, as if only one finger is left of her body.

The Margaret, who was always confident and steady in front of him, now fell asleep unprepared, as if she had returned to the mother's womb containing amniotic fluid.

His heart was moved by this metaphor, and he thought: So, am I the one who makes you feel safe temporarily, or is it just because I am the only one now?

The young man closed the door of the carriage, and he waved the whip in his hand without thinking about it.The horse neighed, and then galloped forward.

Inside the red house, Naning was wearing a dark cotton coat and stood at the door looking around from time to time. Julie shouted in the hall, "Did you see it?"

"Not yet..." Naning's words dragged on for a long time, just when Julie raised her head, the other party shouted in surprise: "Here we come—"

Julie walked over in a hurry, and when she came to the door, she saw a carriage parked at the gate of the yard. It was obviously Gaston on top of the carriage. Not long after, a person got out of the carriage.

Tears welled up in the eyes of both of them, Julie grabbed a handkerchief to wipe away the tears, Naning simply ran over, her eyes were red.

The snow had accumulated very thickly, and the little girl almost fell down, but fortunately, she finally ran to Margaret's side safely.

Margaret was hugged tightly by the little girl, and she heard Nanin's cry, she called Madam, her voice was choked up behind her, and her voice was indistinct.

Marguerite bent down and embraced Nanin.

After this comfort, almost seven or eight minutes passed.

"Okay, I'll freeze to death if I stay here." Gaston joked, Naning finally came to her senses, her nose was red, she took Margaret's hand and said, "Let's go in first, Ma'am, let's go home first."

Margaret was a little stunned, until now she had time to re-examine her current residence, the place called home.

Heavy snow covered its roof like a thick quilt.

The plants in the yard were all covered with silver frost, and there were two rows of footprints in front of the door.Twist outward, short and urgent.

Julie came over in the wind and snow, hugged Margaret in the same way, and kissed her on the cheek. The elderly lady said with a choked voice, "Just go home..."

Margaret's eyes were a little sore, but she couldn't cry anymore, so she smiled.

When they entered the hall, the fire in the fireplace was burning very vigorously, and there was already a thick layer of soot inside, and it could be seen that firewood had been added all the time.

Julie and Naning made Margaret sit in a hurry. They all wanted Margaret to be taken care of, but there were too many people. In the end, when Margaret sat on the sofa, she got a After warming the blanket, she stopped the two of them.

"Sit down and let me see you."

This made Nanin cry again, and she lay on Marguerite's knees, covered her cheeks, and sobbed so hard that she could not speak.

Margaret looked down to comfort the girl and stroked her hair.

Julie talked a lot, and almost wanted to say all the words in the past four months. Nanning didn't speak, but just continued to lean on Margaret's lap, her little hands hugged her tightly, like If you don't do this, you will lose the same.

Gaston was sitting on the opposite sofa, with his coat draped over the armrest of the sofa. Now, no one cares about unnecessary etiquette.

One was tired from crying, and the other said that he was tired. By the time everything quieted down, two hours had passed.

"Eat, yes ma'am, you must be famished!" cried Julie, rubbing her apron, sniffing again, and sprinting off to the kitchen.

Naning also wiped away her tears, her nose was still red and her eyes were like rabbits.

"Madame, Nanin is going to get you something delicious." Margaret kissed the girl's cheek to express her thanks.

"How about it?"

Margaret looked back and saw Gaston opposite, she gathered the blanket around her body, her body hadn't fully recovered, if it happened again, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear it.

"It's hard, it hurts." The black-haired woman whispered, she leaned on the back of the sofa and let herself sink into the soft sofa.

The flame in the fireplace was beeping and beeping, and in the flickering light, Margaret heard a low sigh from the other party.

"I know."

The woman's heart moved, and she raised her eyes to look at the other party.

The dark-haired young man was looking at her with such concentration that it was as if she were the only object in the snowflakes and nothing else.

"Still unchanged?"

Margaret smiled lightly: "How can it change?"

The young man also smiled slightly: "Stop the loss in time."

Margaret raised her eyes lazily: "You know, I've always been a stubborn person."

The young man on the opposite side sighed again, but soon, an uncontrollable muffled laugh echoed by the fireplace.

Margaret looked at the smiling man in front of him with trembling shoulders, frowned slightly, and pretended to be angry: "If you continue to laugh, I will not forgive you, Mr. Gaston Garrel."

"Oh, okay." The young man wiped away his tears, his eyes were shining like the purest snowflakes outside.

Margaret's eyes softened, and she said sincerely: "I seem to owe you more and more."

Gaston looked at the other party and pouted: "Then continue to owe, I'm happy, I like people who owe me." He blinked again after speaking, "Especially you, dear Margot Ritter."

"You are so cruel to me." Margaret pretended to complain, and then laughed again, but it didn't take long before coughing again.

Gaston stood up and quickly poured Margaret a glass of water. He sat on the side of the armchair, fed Margaret, and patted the woman on the back to soothe her.

Marguerite felt better after drinking the water, and she thanked Gaston, who put the glass on the small coffee table, and then sat down on the side of the armchair.

"I was negligent, I should have brought the doctor here."

"What you've done is good enough, much better." Margaret said with a smile.

"It's not always good enough. If it's good enough, you don't have to suffer all of this."

Margaret shook her head: "If everything is perfect, only God can do it."

They were silent with each other for a while, and then Gaston showed a brisk smile again: "Do you want to know the news about the young man?"

"Eric?"

"I heard that he did well there, which is really rare. It's harder to get a compliment there than a woman grows a beard!"

Gaston said exaggeratedly, and Margaret laughed: "That's good."

Gaston said some interesting things in it, and it was not until a long time later that Margaret realized that it was not easy for Gaston to find out some information, and that he had not completely told her the truth.

Military academy is never an easy place. Maybe the noble children of the upper class will have some preferential treatment, but for poor people like them, if they want to be favored, they have to work hard.

Eric never saw his own life clearly. He didn't think he was any different from those who grew up shouting gold spoons. He was even smarter than some people and knew how to use his own advantages to survive.

Now, approaching December, snow has fallen two or three times, and the temperature outside is very low, and in the wilderness, it is far more than just low temperature.

In the vast wilderness, if you can't see people for half a day, and if you can't find anything different from snow, people's eyes will be like blindness.

Eric and his young children are hiding in a cave at the moment.

The cave was too small to fit five growing children into it, and one of the slightly stronger boys insisted that he should be in the innermost part.The other three dared not speak out, because the strong boy's father was a viscount. Although the title was not very high, they were already in another class compared to the poor.

"Oh, he's fainted!" cried one of the boys, and the smallest and thinnest of them all lay fainted in the snow.

"Let him get away, everyone is cold here, it's not enough to just lie down on the ground and pretend to be pitiful!" The strong boy shouted.

"He really passed out." A weak voice defended the boy.

The strong boy cursed a few words, but his buttocks still did not move.

Eric saw the boy lying on the ground shivering and trembling, his lips were blue as if his blood had been frozen, he pursed his lips, and then gave up his second best position, and soon, The burly boy stretched out his legs and took that position.

Eric gave the fainted boy some first aid he had learned, and after a while the man finally recovered a little.

"He can't blow it anymore." Eric said to the strong boy, who snorted and cursed, "Why are you meddling in so much business! Boy!" The strong boy paused and said again.

"Let him die here!"

Each of them has thought about the word death many times, but no one has said it yet.

The inhuman statement made by the strong boy made some people very angry, while others were terrified, and when everyone was afraid to make a sound, Eric said: "Orong, before we set off Luka What the captain said is that everyone must go back, and the number must be there."

"Isn't a corpse one of them too?" The strong boy named Ou Rong sneered, and the boy who just woke up and didn't have much strength stared at him in horror.

"I think it's impossible for the corpse to return to the training camp by itself," Eric said.

"Just let someone carry it!" Ou Rong glared at Eric.

When everyone heard this sentence, they all shrunk their figures to the minimum. None of them dared to resist Ou Rong, but they didn't want to be that unlucky guy. People in his company talk about what happened after his death.

"The most likely result of carrying a dead person is that we have another corpse." Eric said calmly. good location.

"When I go back, you have to wash my stinky socks for half a year!" Ou Rong glared at the boy fiercely and said, the latter flinched, and then nestled in that corner like a rabbit.

Now that Eric did that, it makes no sense for people to continue to give him the third good place. After all, the few remaining people thought that Ourong was on fire right now.

Eric didn't complain, he just sat outside, rubbing his palms from time to time.

The snow fell so hard that it seemed as if all the snow in the world was going to fall at once.Staying in the military academy and getting no news, but it won't be so bad soon, the boy thought.

At the same time, in the afternoon in Paris, in the red house, the black-haired woman was already asleep.

The young man entered the bedroom, and when he saw the woman lying on the table, he frowned slightly.Then he walked over and hugged Margaret.

Margaret was slightly awakened, and a pleasant voice comforted her.

"Sleep, baby, you are safe, sleep peacefully."

The voice was sweet and pleasant, and Margaret's consciousness that was about to wake up fell into drowsiness again.

She vaguely felt that she was lying on a soft bed, someone tucked her quilt again, stroked her long hair again, and finally, a kiss landed on her forehead.

"Have a good dream."

I don't know how much time has passed. When the room was empty, the black-haired woman slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering. After a long time, she turned over and hid herself in the soft bedding.

Gaston said goodbye to Julie, and he drove to Prince Beaumont in a carriage.

Still the same study room, Gaston breathed slowly, as if this would make him feel better.

Prince Beaumont was flipping through his codex as usual, his attention was so concentrated that nothing in the world seemed to bother him.

When the last page was turned, it was already three hours later.

"You sent a child of the lower classes to military school." He used affirmative sentences instead of interrogative sentences, and his words were as usual light, instead of asking aggressively like others, but this made people even more scary.

"It's a promise."

"A cheap promise." Prince Beaumont commented.He then opened the codex again, as if intending to re-read it.

When it was dark, Gaston stood there all afternoon.

What hurts people is not standing, but depression, and constant guessing in the heart.

The darkness is frightening, not because of its powerful ability, but because you can't see it, so you don't know it, so you imagine it as much as you want, so you laugh at you and despise you in panic.

In the study, the young man had already left.

A young girl in a light-colored dress walked slowly, holding a bouquet of flowers in the brightest and most beautiful colors.

She replaced the flowers that had lost their petals in the vase on the prince's table, and put the freshest ones on it.

The young girl looked around the entire study room, her eyes were so infatuated.She sat on the soft chair that belonged to the prince, greedily sniffing the breath left by him.

"I'd do anything for you." She tweeted