Westminster Abbey, England.

Scott leaned against the pillar of the church hallway, holding the wine glass in his left hand and quietly looking into the distance, his face no longer had the smile and gentleness of the past, and he pecked the red wine with a lazy expression, and he looked like a decadent playboy in the twilight of the sun.

Nun Emile is an ordinary student in Westminster Abbey, after the influence of her family since childhood, Emile has been determined to dedicate her life to the Almighty Lord since she was a child, and has been responsible for cleaning the corridors in the cathedral for 15 years.

Also worth mentioning is the youngest hereditary count of the Empire, Lord Scott, who was dressed in a sacrificial robe that he didn't know what his identity was, and when he first came here, he got lost and asked himself for directions with a smile.

This is the most unassuming big man she has ever met, without the momentum of a superior or the majesty of an old man, the young and handsome Lord Scott is very good-looking when he laughs, and for this he has made her happy for many days.

The church is a large, labyrinthine of churches, where Emile, who lived for 15 years, sometimes takes the wrong path, turning the corner into a long marble corridor with ancient but beautiful patterns painted on the floor, where Emile would dance if no one else.

Luckily, no one is passing by now.

Scott leaned against the pillar, which helped him block out most of the light, and Emile, hiding in the shadows, did not notice.

This nun Scott remembered that it was the nun he had first come to lead the way for him.

He rarely forgets someone, even if it's just a passerby, he can spot it at a glance. He didn't want to deliberately forget someone unless he had to, these were good memories for him, and the girl was not beautiful but smiled beautifully.

Emile wore a nun's dress, although this dress represented the humility of status, but she was still very clean, lightly stepping on the marble, the sun was like a gaffer, the dazzling yellow light slowly became dim under Emile's dance steps.

Scott pecked his glass lightly, admiring the beautiful scene, and his depressed mood suddenly improved a lot.

The nun's dance steps are not standard, and even in his opinion, she is just a beginner, and of course she will not dance very beautifully. But Scott was very satisfied, this was the most innocent side of the girl, compared to the hypocritical smiling faces of those dancers, Emile was like a diamond hidden in a pile of stones.

As night began to fall, Emile, perhaps tired of dancing, happily patted the hem of her skirt and leaned against the stone pillar to look at the stars.

Another beautiful day, Emile thought happily.

But when she looked up, she caught a glimpse of a figure in the dark, and Emile was startled, who would stay in the church at such a time?

"Is there anyone there?" said softly, Emile was a little scared, she heard that a murderer was being hunted down in the city recently, and the church would always take in some homeless homeless people, and she didn't know if the murderer would sneak into the church.

However, Emile was also bold, and when she saw that the person who came did not speak, she walked cautiously.

"It's His Royal Highness Scott. By the moonlight, Emile saw the appearance of the person who came, and patted her chest with relief.

Scott's chair leaned against the pillar, smiling and nodding in response.

Can...... How strange is it, how did His Highness Scott's eyes turn red, when they were obviously blue? Emile was a little strange, what she remembered most in that meeting was the eyes that met her, with a gentle smile in those eyes, without the indifference of the superiors, just like the stars she looked at every day.

Although there were questions, Emile didn't dare to ask, no matter how easy-going His Royal Highness Scott was, after all, his status was very high, and there were some topics that she could not talk about as a little nun.

"Good dancing. Taking a sip of the wine, he put the glass back on the marble, and saw the somewhat stunned nun, Scott complimented.

"Huh...... I'm a little embarrassed to see it, but thank you. Emily blushed at Scott's compliment, but bent down to thank her.

"I wonder why Lord Scott is here to admire the moon at this time?"

Scott still had no intention of leaving, and he didn't care about the nuns on the side, drinking wine and admiring the moon by himself, his brows full of sadness.

This made Emile very curious, what kind of thing made His Royal Highness Scatoter, who was always smiling, show such a melancholy expression?

Curiosity finally overcame the obstacle of status and class, and Emile thought about it and asked the purpose of this highness first.

"I'm waiting for someone. Scott patiently answered Emile's question.

"In this case, can I accompany His Highness to look at the stars together?" Emile nodded, the next question was not for her to ask, it was better to sit down and look at the stars together.

"Okay, you can sit next to me. Scott patted the marble beside him with his sleeve and motioned for a seat.

Emile's face was a little red, and Lord Scott was so handsome like this...... But I sighed in my heart, there will not be many thoughts, there will be no story of the prince falling in love with a poor girl in life, Scott did this just because his upbringing was very perfect, no wonder he was called the last gentleman of the empire.

"Master Scott seems to be a little unhappy?" The two looked up at the starry sky for a long time, and Scott frequently poured wine into his mouth on the side, but he was not drunk, and his burgundy eyes were clear.

"People will have times when they are unhappy, well, the people I am waiting for are here. Scott looked back to explain, just in time to see a figure strolling down the hallway.

"Huh. Hearing Scott say this, Emile also turned around, and the visitor walked through the dark corridor into the moonlight, and the bright red sacrificial robe was very conspicuous.

"Red ...... Lord Cardinal. Seeing the clothes that came to her senses, Emile quickly stood up, bowed, and lowered her head not daring to look up.

"Yes. The visitor nodded, glancing back and forth between Scott and Emile.

"Get up. ”

"Thank you, sir. Emile straightened up, and saw a very young man in front of him, his long golden hair falling to his shoulders like tassels, like a perfect face carved by the Creator Himself, and the slightest flaw was just a cold and expressionless face.

It was the first time Emile had seen this adult, and the only cardinal in the usual church was a kind old man who was nearly 100 years old, and it was the first time she had seen such a young cardinal.

The momentum and indifference of the superior were vividly reflected in him, and Emile suddenly felt a little restrained, not knowing what to do.