"Then let her wait."

Karl walked over to the long mahogany table, flexed his delightful slender knuckles and touched the Kezena wine next to the vase, giving a few crisp echoes.

"Pour the wine."

He pulled out a chair and sat down steadily, his face calm, his voice calm, without the coldness he had when he first entered.

"Yes, sir."

Xin was also apprehensive in his heart, but he still maintained a polite smile and put down the oil painting, picked up the decanting bottle and shook it calmly.

The maid's just the right amount of deference and detachment seemed to calm Carl's restlessness from the morning, and he took a sip from the glass he had finished pouring, and cast his gaze out the window.

"Your name?"

"Shinya."

“…… Chinese? It doesn't look like it. ”

"No, I was born in the United States. Xin is also a Chinese name that I took myself, and I love China. ”

"Xin...... Also ......" Carl retracted his wandering thoughts, took another sip of wine, and said seriously: "Is that what you read?" ”

The handsome aristocratic man slowly spit out her name in a deep American tone, and the upright and mellow syllables seemed to be whispering between lovers, sultry and unconscious.

Xin Ye's ears itched slightly, and listening to his almost hot imitation, he couldn't help but show the first heartfelt smile, "Yes, sir, you read it very standardly." ”

The stooping maid finished pouring the wine and put the glassware on the cart shelf and straightened up.

The corners of her lips rose slightly, and her big violet-like eyes sparkled with a bright smile, like flowers growing warmly in the sun, dazzling and pure.

“…… Mr. Hockley? Sheen tilted her head too, feeling a little strange at Karl's silence again.

He probably didn't recognize it......

So what is he in a daze?

Carl looked at her and smiled almost again. He found that since he met someone with purple eyes, he had repeatedly lost his temper as if he had lost control.

Does he have a preference for this color that he doesn't even know about?

Karl tilted his head and coughed lowly, hiding the strangeness in his heart.

"By the way, Miss Xinya...... Do your eyes run in families? I mean, do you have any brothers or something, also on the Titanic? ”

"I'm sorry, sir." Xin also made a melancholy appearance of being mentioned to be sad, "I was separated from my family when I was very young, so I ......"

The sad maid lowered her eyebrows, as if she couldn't bear to reveal the pain and scars of the past.

Carl paused and said, "...... I'm sorry. ”

Although it is true that the bloodline of purple eyes is rare, the possibility of accidental coincidences cannot be ruled out. She was so similar to the young man...... Maybe it's my own delusion.

"What do you think of that painting?" He digressed at the right time and turned his attention to the painting in the doorway, "Ruth is obsessed with it, but I don't like it very much. ”

"Maybe you haven't met it yet." Xin also looked at the wild lily on the canvas and fell into a memory, "There is always a suitable work, which will hit the heart at the right moment." ”

It's like...... A teenager from the previous life.

In the sand of the prison, under the tung tree, clusters of lilies are engraved.

There was no color, but it was the most beautiful flower she had ever seen.

"Yes." Karl stared at Shinya, inexplicably uncomfortable at the look of nostalgia that flashed in her eyes, "For example?" ”

"Chagall has a painting called "Lovers under the Lilies", which is simple, childish, pure, and beautiful, rendering the most beautiful love in the world."

"Chagall?"

"Yes, Chagall." She poured wine into the empty goblet and said, "I'm still a little painter who doesn't have much reputation." Trust me, you won't be interested in him. ”