"Hey, Miss Margaret."

The pink-haired girl standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window turned her head, "What's wrong?" Miss April. ”

The moonlight shone on the girl's face, outlining her delicate countenance.

Nina Ye, who was standing not far from her, looked over to April.

Aprile wore a floral dress and a white apron, holding a pot of pink roses in full bloom.

"This is for you," she said, holding up the flower in her hand, "this is a flower I raised myself, and it will suit your eyes." ”

Pink eyes against pink roses.

The roses are delicate and delicate, and when you get closer, you can smell the pleasant fragrance and make your eyes clear.

April watered the pot of flowers with holy water for several days, and the flowers helped one to sleep better and calm one's mind.

Mary has spent the last few nights in the house, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, looking out at the scene.

Her mood, which had been in a better mood, seemed to be a little low again.

April hopes that this pot of flowers will help her build up a good mood.

Mary stared at the flower silently, smiled at April, and took it.

"Thank you, Miss April."

The next day, Mary thanked her again, "That is a gift that brings good luck, I had a good dream last night." ”

I dreamed of that carefree time for a long time.

"It may not be my fault, but I'm happy for you, it must be a beautiful dream. Miss, life will get better and better in the future. ”

"Thank you for your good words, miss."

"Anyway, thank you for the flowers, that pot of flowers is so beautiful, can I invite you to afternoon tea?" Mary hesitated.

This was the first time she had invited April.

"It's my pleasure, Miss Margaret and my afternoon tea, it's the thing I'm looking forward to the most."

Mary pulled the shredded hair from her ear and smiled lightly.

Their afternoon tea was outside in a small garden. Not far from the garden stood a few guards, and on the soft grass were beautifully carved tables and chairs.

Mary sat across from April, Nina sat next to Mary, and the table in the middle was filled with desserts, petit fours, and macarons.

"This dessert is delicious."

"Yes, it's one of my favorite desserts, and it's great if you could like it, Miss April."

"Oh, it's lucky that Miss Margaret and I like the same thing."

Mary laughed, her smile shallow, but with a lightness all over her body.

Mary seems to be in a good mood, she seems to like the atmosphere.

April thought.

They talked about flowers. Mary thought the flowers from April smelled very good and felt surrounded by warmth.

"It's great if you can like it."

"I said before that this is a flower that you raised yourself."

"Yes, I love the way flowers bloom. So I raised a lot of flowers by myself. ”

April shared some knowledge about flowers with Mary.

"It's a good hobby, and I want to raise flowers, Miss April, could I ask for your help?"

"Of course, I'll do what I can, Miss Margaret."

It's a good thing to have a new interest, you can quickly get rid of the unpleasantness of the past, Nina thinks the same, and she also supports Mary to raise flowers.

Nina hoped that Mary would forget the past and stop doing anything too exciting, her heart couldn't bear it, and it would be great if Mary could indulge in such an interest and forget about the past.

"I wish it could be a little longer." Mary sighed.

April could see that this was true, and Mary really enjoyed the afternoon tea, she thought.

"There is always a feast in the world, but Miss Margaret, I would like to invite you to have afternoon tea with us next time, and I will be here again, shall I be?"

"Absolutely!" April's eyes lit up as she looked at Mary.

Seems to have guessed correctly, she really likes it.

After tea time, Mary and April parted, and April was going to the library, where she had recently found something interesting.

The library is lined with countless bookcases, and a spiral staircase winds its way up until it reaches an inaccessible place.

The superb use of space magic, the accumulation of thousands of years of the entire royal family, has all been precipitated in it.

April is flipping through the memoirs of a daughter of an aristocratic woman from three hundred years ago.

The daughter was forced to marry in a remote and cold place, where she died depressed. Every moment she longs to return to her warm hometown.

Missing her hometown, she wrote this memoir about her story from childhood to girlhood.

The daughter is not famous, but her memoirs tell the story of her and Lilith Margaret.

April opened the book.

At that time, I was just a naïve girl, full of beautiful clothes, beautiful jewelry, thinking only about how to dress up every day, and full of hope that I would meet a good husband at the coming-of-age ceremony in the future.

The Margaret family territory was very close to our house, and I met Miss Lilith a few times, but not closely.

I like Miss Lilith very much, her looks, her character, her conversation, is this the daughter of the Margaret family? Is this the young lady of the imperial capital? Having never been to the imperial capital, I will always be shocked by her.

If it weren't for the Duchess's illness, Miss Lilith would not have moved to the family territory with Madame for this, and I would not have met her as a country man.

What a wonderful fate, I often sigh.

I am grateful to fate for allowing me to meet her, so I often praise fate.

And fate always responded to me and gave me preferential treatment when I was young.

I was at the same banquet as Miss Lilith, and as she walked, a knife hanging from the wall fell from a great height, and cut her arm, and everyone screamed with a long gash from top to bottom.

Almost immediately I rushed forward and tried to cover her wound with a handkerchief, but to no avail, Miss Lilith was soon dressed by the doctor who rushed to the doctor. Because of this, Miss Lilith did not continue to attend the banquet.

I did not see Miss Lilith for a long time, and it is said that he was frightened and sick by the events of that day, and remained in the castle to recuperate. I often miss her, and I can't help but imagine her lying on the bed with a pale face.

The next time I saw Miss Lilith was at a dinner party, and she wore a sleeveless and off-the-shoulder evening gown, like a goddess of beauty.

I was so excited that I forgot that I wasn't very close to Miss Lilith, and I rushed up to greet her.

Miss Lilith noticed my expression, she looked at me and called my name.

Oh my God, I was so excited to be called by her name for the first time. I couldn't help but ask about her wounds, so recklessly.

When I turned my gaze to her hand, I remembered a bloody streak, but now that arm was white and flawless.

Miss Lilith told me with a softness she had never had before that she was all right, that the arm was a function of magic.

She spoke in a tone as if I was her best friend, so intimate.

I talked about the blood that was pouring from the wound at the time, and the joke that I made when I limped because I sprained my foot and neck because I was too fast.

Miss Lilith thanked me and said she was glad to have a friend like me and rushed to it against all odds.

We had a great conversation that night, and Miss Lilith showed me more closeness than ever before, and I am convinced that it was because of my desire to cover her wounds, and she received it, and was deeply moved.

Very close friends would be so desperate, I longed for it before, and I have become now.

Miss Lilith and I became very good friends.

We corresponded a lot after that, and she didn't seem surprised when I learned about her. Did she find out that I had been secretly following her before? Miss Lilith deserves to be the daughter of the imperial capital.

……

Turning a few pages, they exchanged letters and played together.

It was a fine day, and Miss Lilith invited me to walk around her castle, and I readily agreed.

We chatted and walked for a great time. When I saw the ruins not far away, I found out that I didn't know the place, and I was surprised and asked Miss Lilith.

I had searched many things about the Margaret family castle in order to get to know Miss Lilith, and I knew how many rooms it had, and I knew what it was all about, but I didn't know that there was still a ruin there.

I asked Miss Lilith, I had never known of such a place, what was it before?

Miss Lilith told me that it was a tower, a tower made of stones. It was destroyed a long time ago in a sudden disaster, and later people did not choose to rebuild it.

How tall is the tower, and the scenery from it must be beautiful.

Maybe it's just some enduring skies and unchanging meadows.

Miss Lilith said this as if she had seen such an eternal sight before.

We walked past the ruins of what had once been a tower, and we continued on our way.

It's just a flat ruin, and since the people in front of us have forgotten about it, then we don't need to keep it in our hearts, just a few small talks are enough.

……

Turned a dozen more pages.

I recently saw a beautiful jewelry box at an auction house with a beautifully written "Lilith" engraved on the side.

This is really a very beautiful jewelry box, looking at the lettering on the side, it happened that the former owner was also named Lilith, so I photographed it.

Then, give it to Miss Lilith at the next meeting.

Miss Lilith showed surprise that I had never seen before, and though only for a moment, I noticed it, and she was very happy, and told me that she really liked the gift.

I'm also very happy, even if it was a well-prepared birthday present for her, I didn't feel such a surprise in her.

Because Miss Lilith was so pleased with the gift, I became interested in the gift's former owner, Lilith, and hoped to find other things that Miss Lilith once had, and buy them for Miss Lilith.

The original owner of the jewelry box, the eponymous Lilith, was a man of more than 300 years ago, and fate was always lenient to me, and after I made a request, the seller readily agreed to agree with me.

The seller, who owns a pawnshop, told me that it was something they had received three hundred years ago.

They still have a three-hundred-year-old ledger, and the seller is a very tolerant and generous man, and he showed me the ledger of that year, Lilith Jane, and I learned the surname of this Lilith.

The ledger records that the young lady took her jewelry box and a few furs, took the money and left, never to redeem it.

The ledger also specifically indicates that it is a beautiful young lady, and the person named Lilith may be a beauty.

However, the seller did not record who this Miss Lilith was, and could only judge by the preciousness of the object she sold, that this was a wealthy aristocratic daughter who was short of money.

Was there any family with the surname Jane 300 years ago? I don't seem to be impressed.

It's a pity that Miss Lilith doesn't have any other beautiful utensils left here.

So I had to try to find something similar to the style of the jewelry box and give it to Miss Lilith.

……

Close the book.

Seriously, the author's description of Lilith Margaret is very problematic, I don't know if it's the author's problem or Lilith's problem.

This namesake Miss Jane, because the author said that this was a surprise that Lilith had not shown before, so April went to check this Miss Jane.

She closed the book and pulled out another one.

This is a memoir of a bard from 300 years ago, and the author himself says that it is all about his adventures, which may be exaggerated, but absolutely true.

In this story, the name of this Lilith Jane appears, she talks to the poet, meets Pingshui, and then passes by him and walks on.

At that time, the poet was resting in the Margaret family domain.

Although Jane's face was mostly obscured by the hood, the poet was shocked by the exposed jaw, and the bard, with his many years of experience in seeing people, determined that Jane's face under the hood had the appearance of an angel.

So he bravely stepped forward, accosted her, and learned her name.

But the angel had done a demonic act, and she had killed all the people in Margaret's Tower.

In the ruins of the tower, she alone faced the people who had rushed to deal with her, and released a black mist, and the warriors who came to stop her were enveloped in the black mist, their bodies visibly weakened, slow, and covered with pus.

The poet was hiding not far away and watching, thinking that it was an ordinary murderous crime, trying to find some inspiration for himself to make up a new story, but he was so shocked by all this that he could not speak.

He fled in a hurry, and later heard that the matriarch of the Margaret family had led his soldiers and several magicians to kill her.

The Margaret family announced to those who knew about it that an evil witch had stumbled into the Margaret family's territory and had been burned at the stake.

In the book, the poet swears that the witch must have a grudge against the Margaret family.

Her eyes were full of hatred, and she spat venom from her mouth. Fearing the power of the Margaret family, he published the book in another country, but not many people bought it.

Everyone thought it was a fictional third-rate story, because there was no information to prove that it had actually happened.

Although the poet said that it was deliberately hidden by the Margaret family, that they destroyed all the information, and that what he said was true, not many people believed it.

The poet's words are somewhat unclear, but the Lilith Jane he is talking about does exist, and may have a connection to the Margaret family.