Southampton, England, April 10, 1912.

The wet and cold port city stepped into the long-lost spring, and the gentle breeze slowly blew away the thick fog that shrouded the city. The golden sunlight shines on the surface of the sea, reflecting the brilliant rippling light.

In the early morning, the town is lively and lively, and people are rushing to the various avenues and paths. The central Santorini Square is filled with talented artists who play, sing, dance and form a unique southern scenery with flocks of white doves circling behind them.

By the fountain, a tall American woman wore a caramel-colored soft felt hat obliquely, and her pencil tied up blonde hair was fluffily hidden in it, and occasionally a few strands of blonde hair slipped across her cheeks, looking graceful and dashing.

She didn't wear a fashionable skirt, but a man's outfit. The white shirt underneath, the red and brown plaid strap, and the wide British trench coat on the outermost side attracted the townspeople to turn back frequently.

"Hey! Fabrizio! ”

She took off her hat and hurried at the sneaky man around the corner, striking him in the head with a single blow.

“Oh ma vaffanculo!”

Fabrizio covered his head and cursed in a low voice, and couldn't help but burst out of Italian in pain. He raised his head and met the blonde's interrogating gaze, and his majestic momentum suddenly extinguished, and he put on a flattering look.

"Aophee, why are you here?" He picked up the felt hat and trotted all the way over, patting the dust off the hat and carefully helping her to bring it on.

The blonde took out the cigarette in Fabrizio's pocket, lit it, took a deep breath, spat out an ethereal smoke ring, and said:

"Of course to prevent you from taking all our possessions to the tavern to gamble! My good brother, is it true that all the money your sister earned for her oil paintings by getting up early and greedy late was for the gamblers in the tavern? ”

Fabrizio laughed dryly, took out all the coins on his body, poured them to the girl, and said, "As long as you don't tell your mother, Aofe...... You know, mom was always tough. I'll help you sell all of today's paintings, I promise, for a good price! ”

"Don't gamble anymore?" The girl will be skeptical.

"No, no, no, no!" He picked up the landscape oil painting on the ground, ran a few steps and looked back at her, frowned and said loudly, "Remember to change your dress when you go out!" It's still so good-looking my sister! ”

The blonde smiled brightly as she watched Fabrizio's back slowly disappear around the corner.

Indeed, even though she was wearing a man's clothes, she still dazzled in the crowd.

The pure long blonde hair is soft but not excessively curly, and when it is put down, it is like a wave hanging down to the waist, the skin is light and white, the sides of the cheeks are flushed with a healthy pink halo, and the rose-like lips are gorgeous and sexy, as if seducing people to kiss Fangze.

There is also a straight nose tip, full chest, bewitching curves, and the most touching deep pupils.

Her eyes are strange violet, clear and clear like two sparkling crystals, gentle and mysterious, free and uninhibited, mixed with her handsome and chic unique temperament, adding an indescribable charm.

God seems to have a special preference for this beautiful lucky person, and her rebelliousness and vitality are vividly displayed in her.

"Shh~" Hordes of young men passed in front of her and whistled with a laugh.

The girl didn't care, took a puff of cigarette, wrapped her coat tightly, and strode towards the candy store by the harbor.