He is so handsome and exquisite, and his blue eyes are fascinating at a glance.

And Edward was thinking, "She can't have pneumonia, her face is so red." ”

Camille touched her red face embarrassedly, and said excitedly, "I—I'm your cousin, Camille. ”

Every word that came out of her mouth trembled, and Camille almost burst into tears with nervousness.

"Hello, my name is Edward."

Looking at her inexplicable strange behavior, I laughed a little in my heart.

I thought, it's so cute.

Looking at his first smile, Camille felt that he had immediately fallen into a trap set by God.

Camille dodged, "Bye-bye, see you at dinner." ”

On the way back, Camille thought to himself: "He didn't call himself cousin, he can be with me if he is not my cousin, but he can't like me at all, because I am neither confident nor beautiful, such an idea is simply a fantasy or a delusion." ”

Didn't Edward notice that when his family came to visit my house, I hid by the window and secretly watched him?

Jin Tian's close contact, and the first meeting with him was enough to make me uncomfortable, how am I going to spend these two months?

Camille's little face burned red, and she couldn't think about it anymore.

At this point she was both happy and restless.

Camille lay on the bed, looking at the few stars scattered and looking at the moon, and could not sleep anyway.

Camille silently thought about everything Jin Tian had about Edward, and guessed that she must have fallen in love with him, what should I do?

She then thought about it a lot.

Even from marriage to childbirth, she was only seven years old in front of her, and her mind was already better than that of girls of the same age.

At school, the teacher couldn't guess the mind of this little girl.

Her idea must have been so stupid, how unexpected and ridiculous it was!

Eventually, she thought of a decisive factor in deciding whether she should stop the idea or not—they weren't cousins who weren't too close to each other, and they wouldn't be able to get married.

Gradually, Camille breathed a sigh of relief.

But after a lot of cranky thinking, her brain was groggy and she finally fell asleep with two heavy eyelids.

From the day she met Edward's cousin, Camille thought everything about her had changed.

It's just that all these changes are silent, consistent with her silent and shy personality.

In the past, Camille, a little girl who never cared about her appearance and form, began to look in the mirror more and more often, before and after eating, before and after saying goodbye to others.

Camille, a young girl who is just starting to fall in love, always does a lot of meticulous work on her whole body in front of the bright vanity mirror in the bedroom, meticulously, without missing any subtleties.

Edward was so handsome, and his appearance was surprisingly good-looking.

His clothes and shoes were so chic that they perfectly accentuated the depth and charm of his blue lake-like eyes, and Edward looked even more amazing every time he appeared in front of her, after being wrapped in a beautiful gift.

"Camille, little girl, it's time to wash your little hands for dinner!" Mom called her, in the hall on the ground floor.

Camille rose from the soft velvet mattress and straightened her hair.

Then, Camille hurriedly adjusted a plain orchid-embellished cloth skirt from the closet, pinned a delicate silver hairpin to his hair, stepped on leather shoes, and went down the escalator with a "ding ding dong", and his cousin Edward collided with Camille in the opposite direction from the ground floor, and he actually glanced at Camille.

And silently watched her dress and grooming, perhaps noticing that his cousin had been particularly well-dressed today.

Camille didn't know why he was looking at him, and suddenly his cheeks were red from his staring.

Then Edward turned and went upstairs to get something, and sat down with Camille, who had finished cooking.

Camille's father and mother then sat at the front of the table.

Mother told Camille to come over, and Camille went to the other side of the servant, next to her cousin.

On the side, the servant's baked bread and milk were placed in front of everyone.

It smells so good!

In normal times, the greedy Camille had already been impatient to tear the bread with her bare hands.

But now, somehow, Camille's sensitive nose received no signals, and her small, childish girlish heart was completely absorbed in the atmosphere of being with her cousin Edward.

Camille was cautious, fearing that Edward would dislike and dislike him a little because of his actions.

Camille did her best to maintain her beautiful and ladylike image in front of Edward.

But it is precisely because of this that Camille, who is already introverted, seems more nervous and restrained.

Camille sat at the table with the sound of the grunting of bread and milk mixed with milk.

Camille could have heard these details clearly, like bursts of percussion.

This feeling of inner depression was too uncomfortable, and she couldn't breathe a sigh of relief because of it.

So when Camille wanted to talk to Edward for a word or two, she flinched for fear of making a mistake, and she didn't even dare to look at him with a straight eye, and he was only a stone's throw away from her.

But this is the first time Camille has liked a person who is close at hand, and because she has always liked this person, she insists on the long-term love and love that cannot exist in the world.

"The person Adam likes is naturally Camille, you know it all too well, although he tells you that he no longer loves the person who no longer exists in that world, but who can say for sure what a man has in his heart?"

"A man's mouth is always used to bluff people, and I am no exception." The assistant Kim comforts Anna, who already knows the truth, in what he thinks is a unique way of comforting.

"No, even then, Camille's favorite person is Edward, not him Adam."

"It is extremely unlikely that he would think that Camille would at least retain a little liking for him."

After Anna finished speaking, she covered her mouth and laughed.

And why didn't she think that way about Adam herself?

She originally thought that he had really fallen in love with her, but in fact - God is really a liar, how can people give you a candy to eat when they are suffering, life is just more difficult, and it never ends the day.

"Do you know why Adam owned the ruby necklace?" Anna suddenly looked back and asked to Kim.

"Listen to Adam, it was given to him by his grandmother."

"A legacy to him."

And the distant story has to start from a long time ago.

When the story began to circulate, Adam didn't know where he was, and the grandmother who took him in left him the treasure of her own life as an inheritance just because he looked like a human being.

As the proud and self-respecting maid of this house, Isabelle. Wilson, now sitting in front of a small dresser in the oblique light of the moon, was writing with all his heart.

She dipped an old quill pen in ink, and the words were printed on the yellowed manuscript paper, and she glanced back at Granny Lulu, who was sleeping soundly, and everyone usually called her Lulu.

Lulu's cry shook the sky, and although Isabel was used to snoring like thunder, she was also used to sleeping days in the stable, where the silence allowed her to sleep peacefully.

Isabel was dressed in a lantern nightdress.

She picked up the kerosene lamp and walked down the door, following a shortcut, a secret passage under the cellar.

She walked out of the exit and walked a little further to the top of the mountain.

There was Ma Peng, who belonged to her master's house, and the night was as quiet as water, and Isabel fell asleep on the cot in Ma Peng.

The next day, Isabel habitually wakes up early, crosses the hillside, picks fresh vegetables and wild berries, and returns to her place alone.

At that time, Granny Lulu was already preparing breakfast in the kitchen, which was burning with the smell of fire, dead wood, and waste wood.

Then, the smell of bread wafted from the doorway on the other side of the kitchen.

"Present it!" The mother-in-law cried, "Hmm. Isabel answered, and neatly brought the simple and simple meal to the table, and the directors were about to "rush up," while the "princess" of the master's house was reciting poetry in front of the window on the second floor, and upstairs, as always, recalling the noise in the peace.

"Miss, it's time for breakfast!" Isabel shouted towards the room.

"Okay, right away." The little master replied that she was a beautiful and charming hostess of a country house, and the sun reflected her reddened snow-white skin.

Then she came down.

She is beautiful and dedicated, noble and graceful, in front of the maid and the old woman who is beginning to take shape.

"Ahh

"She's pretty!" Granny Lulu said.

Isabel ignored the flatterers, and Lulu, whom she had always admired, wagged her tail at the mistress like a pug and begged for mercy.

And does the hostess have anything to do with Lulu? We are just servants of a humble status who can still rely on the odd jobs in this family.

As usual, the Gray family, the Gray family, the owners of Isabel, were enjoying breakfast at the round table, and they were sitting around, the male owner of Gray was actually only in his forties, but because of the hard work and complaints accumulated over the years as the owner of the manor under the mountain, he looked very old-fashioned, and the same was seen by others on the outside.

Mrs. Gray, who was married to him, was very young and beautiful, though she was three or four years older than him.

Master Gray wiped the brown bread sauce from his mouth with a handkerchief, and the way he read a book made Isabel feel a sense of admiration.

His old-fashionedness, in Isabel's eyes, also seems to be a form of expression that represents a calm and sleek style of doing things.

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