Our past is like a fluctuating cloud reflected on a lake, which may look beautiful, but we never feel each other. Light strokes and verbal exchanges, fierce collisions and soul ripples, they are like the flow of water that fish cannot do without at the beginning. Until the spring freezes into ice in winter, and the dry leaves slowly decay in the deep permafrost. You are on the top of a high mountain, quietly gazing at the sun in the distance on a snowy plateau. And me? It's just a drama chasing the wind and moon in the world, a lewd person who laughs with people, and a soloist who makes people happy.

—A letter from Marie Thérèse.

Mary Thérèse was born in a medium-sized city in the county of Troia, east of the Franco-Austrian Union, called Northumberjk. As you already know, the north of the Franco-Austrian Union is cold and harsh, and the people here survive in this environment, and their character is resilient and unyielding. Her father was a biology teacher at No. 5 Junior High School in Norsenwick, and her mother was a clothing store owner. Because of her mother, she is an only child.

The lives of individual people are always normal, and only a few people live a less ordinary life. However, as soon as the lives of countless people in society are presented in front of them through books, it seems that some changes have taken place for those who live ordinary lives. As the daughter of a teacher, Marie Thérèse also had a thirst for books. Of course, it is almost impossible for a commoner's daughter to get some books through normal channels, but in the north of the Franco-Austrian alliance, there is never a shortage of people who dare to throw their heads and cross the line. The books that circulated on the underground black market, although not expensive, were not cheap for Marie Thérèse.

At the age of twelve, Marie Thérèse went to junior high school. She often had to save a month to save up a silver coin to buy an epic, drama, or book. Compared with the heroic deeds depicted in epic fantasy, she prefers to be written by some modern aristocratic gentlemen or ladies, which depict the aristocratic life of the upper class. At the age of twelve, Mary Thérèse, who was beginning to develop and had a hazy spring heart, quietly hid in her little room at night, lit a small candle, and looked at the wonderful, ornate words with a fluttering heart. What a luxurious, glamorous, exciting life depicted in them, their world is completely different from that of Marie Thérèse. Thinking back to the old days, Mary lived in a vulgar and despicable plebeian ghetto, surrounded by her companions dressed in rudimentary spinning skirts or yellowed old clothes, with torn cuffs, rubbed collars, cracked threads, and the boys' coarse and vulgar language. She could often hear women screaming or cursing at their children, their husbands. She could also see the snow falling in the winter, black smoke billowing up from Norsenwick, and the people walking the streets wrapped up in their clothes, their faces red and crumpled from the cold, coughing and spitting uncontrollably. He shouted and cursed, and poured inferior liquor with a pungent smell.

Returning to the noble women who were richly dressed and beautifully dressed, how happy their lives were! They went to balls, went to concerts, and dated some aristocratic gentlemen. They will be dressed in comfortable and luxurious silk dresses and evening gowns, their bodies will exude the enchanting smell of perfume, their skin will be delicate and snow-white, and their speech will be civilized and elegant. Gentlemen also wore beautiful and luxurious clothes, they also had beautiful proportions, they wore expensive watches, and they gave flowers, necklaces, precious stones, letters to the girls they loved, and invited them to dance together. In the garden, under the moonlit night, speak heartfelt words that touch the heart. All of this, all the things that represented resources, interests, and power, fascinated the young girl. She could feel her heart pounding, her face turned crimson, and a lust spread imperceptibly through her body.

Just as all the young girls with spring hearts have a strong sense of pleasure when they are flying in their minds, the gap that arises when they get out of that ideal situation and return to the decadence and defeat of reality is just as strong.

That's exactly what Marie Thérèse is. She stood in front of the vanity mirror, strangled her waist vigorously, stroked her buttocks gently, and then sighed at her young cheeks and freckles.

Time flies. Whether in the real world or in the real world, strong changes can always cause a person to transform. This kind of change is like a hormone, which directly makes what a person has accumulated over a long period of time turn into action in a short period of time, and then make the person change greatly at once.

It was when Marie Thérèse was fourteen years old and her mother had died of liver disease and depression. It must be mentioned here that her mother was also quite a beautiful person when she was young, but what powerful snob would want to marry a broken vase that was sick and depressed? Except for her dad, a dull biology teacher. Marie Thérèse was sad of course, but she didn't show it that obviously. After all, anyone who has seen a large number of love-hate relationships in the middle and upper class, and after experiencing the waves of imaginary emotions, will not be too sad about the loss of their loved ones. Moreover, people in the north are often referred to as "hard-hearted".

To Marie Thérèse's great amazement, her good old father, a faithful and dull man, wept so sadly that his daughter could not hold back her tears.

This incident did not yet bring about a major change in Marie Thérèse's heart. A month later, her father, who was in a trance, was hit and killed by a beast cart. Presumably, this was not unrelated to his father's excessive grief. At this moment, Mary Thérèse, who was only fourteen years old, suddenly panicked. Because what did her parents leave her? Just a tattered bungalow and two silver coins, she stood in a somewhat empty house, a little confused. Why is her family so poor? In Northumber City, if you want to be buried, you need to pay a certain fee. When her mother was buried, she paid a gold coin! Yes, a full gold coin! When her father was buried, under the careful arrangement of the funeral authority of Northumber City, almost all the valuable objects in her house were sold short.

The last man who came to her was a man in his thirties with a puffed belly, with a greasy and treacherous smile on his face, and said, "Miss Marie Thérèse, the funeral of Ling Zun has been held quite successfully under my arrangement, you need not worry about the extra money, here are some of the remaining coins." I wish you a happy life and a good mood. If you have any difficulties, please feel free to contact me. With that, he stretched out two fingers, held a business card, handed it to Marie Thérèse, bowed, and took his leave. Marie Thérèse still remembers how disgusting the man's meaningful smile was as she left.

How long can two silver coins make a fourteen-year-old girl live? The answer is twenty days.

Marie Thérèse was thin, but her pale cheeks gave her a bleak and touching beauty. The fourteen-year-old girl was walking down the street, and she was walking down the central shopping street in Norsenwick, looking at the people walking by with some confusion. Some of the women, after taking a look at this down-and-out girl, had more smugness and ridicule on their faces, while the men were full of lust and malice after seeing such a little lamb. For example, at this time, a well-decorated man in a gentleman's dress walked up to Marie Thérèse, he was thin and good-looking, with some fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

"Hello, lovely young lady, I am Baron Malcom. Life is always unpredictable and unpredictable, and I am just as willing to lend a helping hand to those who are in adversity. Malcolm smiled and held out his hand, a ruby ring shining from it. Mary Thérèse looked at the noble gentleman, a smile on her face, and held out her soft palm to shake it. Next, the communication between the two is nothing more than in a restaurant, and later in a café. Most of the things they exchanged were prospects and fates, and learning that this girl actually knew literature and poetry made their communication more and more enthusiastic and difficult to stop.

Malcolm was such a gentle and charming aristocratic gentleman that he arranged a rather modest accommodation for this innocent maiden. Later, a job was arranged for Marie Thérèse.

The job was a trainee dancer in the cabaret where the noble gentlemen of Norsenwick frequented. For the first time, Marie Thérèse, who has just arrived, came to a psychedelic place like "the sound of red yarn softens the waist and limbs, and the green silk wine sings sweetly and the throat is drunk", and she vaguely sees the shadow of high society.

As a girl who had never studied dance, her talent was surprisingly good. In just half a month, Marie Thérèse's dancing posture has been comparable to that of others for a year and a half. As a result, the 14-year-old young girl began to learn to make up and dress up, and also began to perform her dances in the "Man Drunk Love" song and dance arena. Of course, she also began to learn to drink. Fortunately, because of her excellent dancing, her soft and coquettish body (which may be one of the reasons why Baron Malcolm asked her to work here), and the great potential for the future, the girl was protected from some unscrupulous harassment.

With the passage of time. Two years later, at the age of sixteen, Marie Thérèse was already very good-looking, tall and bright, and unusually beautiful. Similarly, what perhaps few people know is that she has been cultivating and is already a third-level warrior who has ignited eight yuan points. was able to have so much money for her to practice, or because her dancing was so beautiful, she almost shocked the entire Norsenwick City in two years, and a large number of gentlemen and nobles spent a lot of money for her and dedicated their hospitality to her.

However, the gift of fate has already secretly marked the price.