Invited by Sophie, Hesta was among them. She had been standing by the fence and looking into the distance - Danglars invited Si Lei to visit Roger's residence again after dinner, and he has not returned yet.
"Eureka, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea?" Sophie asked.
"No." Hesta shook her head, "I'll just stand here and enjoy the wind."
"Eureka!" Another girl also looked at Hesta, "Are you familiar with Miss Palan?"
"Not familiar."
"But I heard that you went to Mr. Gray's house and stayed together for a long time the night before yesterday. What were you doing?"
"If you want to know, just ask Ms. Palan directly."
The girl who asked the question looked at Eureka and showed an intriguing smile. She turned to look at the others: "I think Paran is a bit 'that' towards Mr. Gray."
Sophie: "Which one?"
"That's it. I feel that Paran is very flattering to many men, especially Gray - don't you think so?"
The other girls laughed in unison.
"I heard that Paran stayed at Gray's house for more than two hours that night. It was so late at the time..." The girl looked at Hesta again, "Eureka, did you stay with them that night? They Have you ever been alone with me?"
Hesta finally withdrew her distant gaze and turned around: "Where did you hear about more than two hours?"
"That's not important~"
"I guess it should be from Mr. Gray's servant?" Sophie whispered from the side. She looked at her friend beside her with a complicated expression, "Helen, you pay too much attention to Gray..."
"Don't you pay attention? Is there anyone here who can't pay attention?" Helen spread her hands and raised her face with a smile, "Let me tell you honestly, I actually met Mr. Gray last year - without wearing a The kind of mask."
The girl on the side exclaimed: "Really!"
"Really, on Queen's Day last year, my uncle came to visit the Viscount. We took the opportunity to visit Mr. Gray's mansion first. At that time, he followed the servant to the drawing room, and I went to the garden alone..."
The girl recounted her adventures in a dreamy tone, the weather that day, the flowers and plants in the yard, the slightly slippery stone road because of the moss, and how she met a stunningly handsome man in Bajiao. Meet under the leaves.
After that startling glance, Gray, like an elf accidentally knocked over by a mortal, immediately covered his face and ran away.
"Although there was only one face, I will never forget the stunning moment. His beauty even gave me a feeling of déjà vu..." Helen whispered, "This man is so mysterious."
"Nightingale shouldn't have committed suicide. How sad he will be when Mr. Gray comes back and finds that his sweetheart is dead."
"Did Mr. Gray really go away? Why did he leave without saying goodbye?"
"I heard that he is the son of a wealthy businessman in District 12, maybe also a noble," Helen said. "I guess his sudden departure may be related to his life experience, or he may have encountered some unknown danger-ah , maybe Gray didn’t want to take him on the road together for Nightingale’s benefit?”
"...That's such a pity. Mr. Gray's infatuation has been completely let down."
Hesta stood silently on the edge of the crowd listening to these conversations, frowning slightly.
"Why do you say Nightingale like that?" Sophie interrupted everyone's discussion, "We don't know what the actual situation is. He is already dead, so let's not--"
"Just talking."
"Who can say that Nightingale's death is not a blessing? He spent his whole life to fulfill his love, just like in the fairy tale. If you are not him, how can you understand his happiness?" Gu Jing
Sophie was startled, "But..."
"Sometimes I hope to meet a love that makes me willing to sacrifice my life in the future." One person sighed, "But I don't seem to be able to be so selfless."
"No, that's not a selfless or selfish thing," another person continued, "It's that such an opportunity is always rare. Think about it, if everyone can have such a love, then romantic stories should be written Who should I show it to?"
After a brief silence, everyone laughed.
Dada horseshoes were heard in the distance, and a carriage came from the direction of Roger's residence. Hesta glanced at it and guessed that it was Danglars' carriage, then turned and left quietly.
For some reason, there were no lights on along the way from the terrace to the stairs. In the dim corridor, Hesta walked slowly, and the chatter of the girls just now still echoed in her ears. At this moment, she suddenly understood a bit of Roger's almost stupid self-confidence - it turned out that it was not completely unreasonable.
"Eureka?" A tentative shout came from the front. Hesta looked up and saw Alvira and Villefort walking towards her from a distance. Villefort was holding a basket in his hand.
"Have you seen Sophie?" asked Villefort.
"On the terrace."
"okay, thank you."
Alvira let go of Villefort's hand and patted her husband's back gently. Villefort understood that she wanted him to go first. The two of them smiled at each other. Villefort said goodbye to Hesta and left alone. Went to the terrace.
"Do you have something to tell me?" Hesta asked.
"There is a gift," Alvira raised her hand and handed something to her. "Sophie said she wanted to give it to you this morning."
Hesta lowered her eyes slightly and did not answer.
"Take it, it's a Queen's Day gift for the children, everyone has it."
"...Origami?"
"Well," Alvira nodded, "we smoked it with soothing herbs and hung it on the bedside at night. Maybe we won't have nightmares."
Hesta held the string on the origami paper and walked to the low light. It was an orange paper fox, with a little white stripe added to the tip of its tail using white glue.
Alvira was still where she was, looking at her with a smile, "Sophie's happiness and anger are always written on her face. If she likes someone, she will pester her to talk to her. If she has disturbed you during this period, I hope you can forgive me. , don’t be with her——”
"...Can I ask you a question, ma'am?"
"Um?"
"If, if we fail in our work...of course this kind of thing shouldn't happen, but there are always surprises. If in the end, we fail to save the Duke from the assassin, you..."
Hesta's eyes slowly moved from the floor to Alvira's toes, and finally met Alvira's eyes.
"Will you die for love like the nightingale?"
This straightforward question made Alvira's expression freeze for a moment, but soon, she shook her head with a smile, "...Why do you think so?"
"I just thought of it while listening to Sophie and the others chatting," Hesta looked at her, "Is it really not possible?"
Seeing Hesta's serious expression, Alvira also stopped smiling. She walked slowly to Hesta's side and said, "This question...how should I answer you."
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