At that time, parting, day and month.

There is no one else, empty and mournful.

The fog is knotted, and the sky is dark.

Thousands of miles to find meaning, the sound into a mystery.

Desert and lonely, precarious.

Step grass, white night, sunshine, stardust.

Suddenly, the clouds are crossed, and there is no confusion.

The sight is endless, the broken song is prosperous, and there is no sound when tired.

……

Yes, just you haven't seen it.

Come to think of it, there are not many people left in this world who have seen them.

It's not anyone's fault.

It's just that it's an unspeakable entanglement.

The change of power is like the cycle of seasons in nature.

It's just a normal and inevitable procedure, but there is always a part of the memory that can't be openly circulated in the world, because the truth that can only be achieved by making a deal with the darkness must be kept invisible...... And this seems to have become an inevitable universal form of existence in the torrent of history.

After a long time, Jane closed her eyes, "That's it!" The tone is light and free, but it does not make the listener agree with this superficial feeling.

Even this maid, who only had to obey orders, was aware of the situation.

In her impression, choosing a dress, choosing a dress...... Dressing up for a dinner party and choosing your favorite dress is not only to please your mood, but also to make yourself more beautiful, and all this will be reflected in the facial expression of the person who chooses it - but how happy is this woman, oh no, this guest?

…… I can't really see it at all.

And this outfit ...... She really thinks it's pretty good-looking.

In fact, she loved every single thing in this room. Not because it was expensive, and because it was impossible to find a cheap garment in the castle of the Alexandrian family, but because she had never worn such a uniquely designed and jeweled garment, but she simply thought it looked good, and she was glad to have the opportunity to try it on, but the idea had not yet developed into a desire.

In her world, not yet.

So why does just a dress have the ability to affect the atmosphere?

"Really?" The maid couldn't help but make a suggestion, not realizing that her actions had become more and more insurmountable without realizing it, and that it was still in the face of this "honored guest". "It's been in the cupboard for a few days. I think I can go back ......."

"No, that's it." Jane interrupted her, it was rare to hear this, and the extraordinary display of patience and the maid's bewilderment seemed to fit in some kind of change.

Step forward. The maid wanted to try it on for her. A heart pounding. She was amazed to find that she had never been so nervous.

Facing a woman, all she has to accomplish is something that she can't be more familiar with, but what's wrong with her?

Are you still struggling with the discovery of the little secret you worked so hard to hide?

But didn't this young lady already say that she would not expose herself?

What's the solution? …… No. Since he is a character who has been instructed by the housekeeper Liuke, he must not be able to achieve equal dialogue.

Even if the other party is kind and willing to listen again......

One hand pressed the other, but after suppression, both hands were still trembling at a small and high frequency, and her heart was up and down, so she instinctively decided not to let herself be idle, and found something to do from hand within the scope of her duties.

The first thing I looked at was the dress that was all over the floor, and although it looked like a pile of rags now, it couldn't just be left on the ground.

Anyway, whether it's morning or night, the work of cleaning up in the back will fall on your own head, so it's better to clean them up now.

This kind of consciousness in her mind from birth to analysis to decision is only a blink of an eye, because cleaning and sorting priority has been integrated into her bones in thousands of subconscious emphasis-her body is like a conditioned reflex, but others can't hear her heart is still in turmoil.

Do you want to try asking again?

But depending on her mood...... Maybe it's counterproductive.

The more tangled I get, the more I want to say...... I hate this torture.

She had completely forgotten what she was doing, and she didn't realize that the dress in her hand was being ravaged a second time in her hands.

(Sheng Xiaohuan covered his face: Anyway, it has been ravaged, and it's not bad this time, besides, someone is responsible for you, isn't it...... It's still two people! ）

Just as the depths of her throat began to dry and deliberately urged her, two footsteps were heard behind her.

She turned her head, then her breath froze, and the gown in her hand was once again neglected and fell to the ground.

I never thought that the woman in my sight would bring such a shock to herself.

The impression is not shallow, and it is deep at one time.

The fluffy skirt is not too ostentatious and not conventional, low-key or childish, pompous or grandiose are all far away, draped in an irregular way with fold-like lace, translucent and fully concealed under the dark black tone, and when the figure is flipped around, those faint dark green embroidery will be exposed, like torn folds and corners and corners are still shining with moonlight pearls, perhaps because it has been placed for a while, so it is faintly shrouded in a breath of time, But that dim but like a layer of fog that blurs the vision and the true shape of the outline, enveloping Jane? Dracula's natural coldness makes the whole picture look like a painting - the lake glittering in the moonlight, the dark green plants hidden at the bottom of the lake silently swallow tears, waiting for the fog to clear and wait for the dawn to return.

Just as the depths of her throat began to dry and deliberately urged her, two footsteps were heard behind her.

She turned her head, then her breath froze, and the gown in her hand was once again neglected and fell to the ground.

I never thought that the woman in my sight would bring such a shock to herself.

The impression is not shallow, and it is deep at one time.

The fluffy skirt is not too ostentatious and not conventional, low-key or childish, pompous or grandiose are all far away, draped in an irregular way with fold-like lace, translucent and fully concealed under the dark black tone, and when the figure is flipped around, those faint dark green embroidery will be exposed, like torn folds and corners and corners are still shining with moonlight pearls, perhaps because it has been placed for a while, so it is faintly shrouded in a breath of time, But that dim but like a layer of fog that blurs the vision and the true shape of the outline, enveloping Jane? Dracula's natural coldness makes the whole picture look like a painting - the lake glittering in the moonlight, the dark green plants hidden at the bottom of the lake silently swallow tears, waiting for the fog to clear and wait for the dawn to return. (To be continued.) )