"Octavia, my beloved wife, what are you grieving these days? I see you standing here all the time, on this balcony, looking out over the city, eclipsed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the lavish Villa Pompeii, Sextus was standing behind his young and beautiful wife, muttering to him.

Octavia came back to her senses, turned around, and saw Sextus leaning against the porch, leaning against the wall with one hand, his thick hair the same as that of his father, Gnaeus? Pompey, like him, looked strong, but not as healthy as Aduneus, but a little vain, and his muscles were a little loose, although his physique was still there.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking back to some distant, illusory, unreal years."

Looking at Sextus, Octavia said lightly. Her demeanor was still so calm, perhaps when Caesar arranged for her to Pompey's house, the young girl saw through the world and saw her destiny clearly. She just stood there quietly, with a few green leaves hanging from the balcony behind her, some irises fluttering in the wind on the balcony, and the city of Rome in the dusk behind her seemed so peaceful and quiet at this moment, like an oil painting.

Sextus took a deep breath of air and approached Octavia.

"What kind of time was that?"

Sextus smiled, fascinated by the beauty of Octavia, a young girl with an angelic countenance, a purity that was very different from that of the noble women of the upper class. Obviously, both Sextus and Pompey were very satisfied with Caesar's arrangement, and Sextus even reduced the number of visits to the military camp and social places, preferring only to see Octavia more often at home.

"Years full of sunshine, rain and dew, hope and expectation."

Sextus asked gently, but Octavia replied in a tactful way.

Full of sunshine, rain and dew, hope and expectation, as well as warmth and sadness...... Indeed, this was the time when Octavia and Apis were together. At that time, Apis was still called by another name, Adunius. The age when the girl's love was just beginning, those sunny and warm days, Aduneus held her in his arms, looking forward to a better tomorrow. On those rainy days, Adunius held her in his arms, beneath the temple of Apollo, hiding from the rain and looking at the gray sky. The man named Arduneus had said that he would return to Rome in glory and marry her home, but all this, in his eyes, was an empty dream, an illusory and unrealistic dream.

"Octavia, the past is not worth recalling, we should look forward to a better tomorrow together. Isn't it? ”

Seeing that Octavia refused to tell him what he was thinking, Sextus did not ask at all, but took Octavia in his arms. Bow your head and mutter.

Octavia stopped talking, but looked into the distance. There, the end of the city of Rome, there, is the place where hopes are dashed.

……

"Come, my beloved wife, I'll take you to see something."

Sextus spoke, gently pushing Octavia to the central courtyard of the villa.

There, a plaster statue as tall as Octavia herself stands among the flowers in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by green leaves and clusters of flowers, embellishing her elegance. The water of the fountain flowed slowly around her. When the maids saw their master coming, they all avoided it. Let your owner appreciate this "masterpiece" carefully prepared by the man.

"It's beautiful."

After seeing the statue, Octavia just said lightly.

"My wife, don't be sad, I'm just doing this to make you happier, even though you're so beautiful when you're depressed. But that's not what I want, I want happiness in your soul, I want happiness in your soul. Because I love you. ”

Sextus said, squeezing Octavia's hand. However, all I felt was cold.

In fact, the changes that Sextus made for her during this time, Octavia saw it, in the past, Sextus was a playboy who visited brothels, bathhouses, and played with aristocratic women every day. But since marrying her, Sextus has changed a lot, he no longer lingers in the high-class entertainment and social places of Rome, he no longer spends his days in all kinds of high-end brothels, and even the naval fleet, which he has always attached the most importance to, is gradually less managed. Everything, so to speak, is for Octavia.

But Octavia's heart had been stolen by the Roman gladiator named Aduneus, and many times, Octavia looked at Sextus in the hope of finding some trace of Aduneus in this man, but never found it. And Octavia also knew that the more the man in front of her spends on her, the more she will fail him. Octavia didn't want Sextus to pay for her anymore, but Sextus always gave willingly.

"I'll try my best."

Octavi replied with a faint smile.

"Sextus, tomorrow I want to go back and see my brother Octavian, whom I haven't seen for a long time."

Octavia said, walked to the white plaster statue, stroked the convex and concave silhouette of the statue, and looked into the distance with calm eyes, showing the quiet, elegant, and vividly displayed the tranquility of a young girl. The stonemasons are highly skilled and have recorded their most beautiful years. It's a pity that these best years were confined in this luxurious palace.

"Of course, Octavian Turinus. Your brother, I haven't seen him for a long time, I'll go back with you tomorrow. ”

Sextus replied with a feigned joy, though in his heart he did not like Octavian very much, the boy was rational and cold, and his interest was all in the boring books of Greek literature and history and philosophy, and he had almost no interest in anything outside world. At the age of fifteen, many boys his age have already begun to visit brothels, but this boy is not at all interested in these entertainments.

So every time she returned to her home with Octavia and sat down with Octavian to gossip, the two always parted ways. But Sextus had to pretend to be happy.