Just when Charles and Albert were still feeling sad for their careers in the racetrack, there was another gathering in another famous spot in Paris.

At the edge of the Boulogne forest, this is the brightest moment of the day. The sunshine at noon shines on the earth, but it does not appear fierce because of late autumn. At the edge of the forest, the cool breeze passes through the gaps in the woods and blows on everyone, making almost every tourist feel relaxed and happy.

Just between the cool breeze, two girls were strolling on the grass, just like enjoying the autumn scenery.

One was holding an umbrella and wearing a white dress, looking into the distance, but seemed to be thinking about something; the other was wearing a luxurious silk skirt, wearing a high bun, walking next to her, as if she was her close friend.

"You came here again this time. Is there anything wrong?" After walking in silence for a while, the girl holding an umbrella asked in a low voice.

However, it seemed that because of her poor spirit, she didn't have much curiosity in her voice, as if she no longer cared about what the other person wanted to say to her.

Perhaps because of her lack of sleep recently, she looked a little depressed. Her originally slim figure now looks even thinner and her eyes are getting bigger. Moreover, her face is pale like snow, as if she has lost all her blood, and her blue pupils have lost the glory of the past. Such a beautiful, delicate but expressionless face is full of sorrow and sadness that is not of this age.

Even the hand holding the handle of the umbrella is as white as the enamel of ceramics, but it cannot feel the temperature.

If it were anyone else, she would feel loving and pity when she saw her now, right?

However, Miss Lola De Bowang, who was standing next to her, did not think so.

On the contrary, she was a little happy about it.

Because her appearance represents one thing-that is, the passionate feelings hidden in the girl's heart have not been vented, and all her hopes have now been shattered, or in other words, are still shattered.

Only in this way can it be used for me, right? She sneered in her heart.

"Miss Treville. How about it? Have you read the documents I gave you before? Is it difficult to understand?" Although she was secretly happy, her expression and tone were still the usual indifference, and even showed a little concern just right. "If there is anything to explain, just tell me."

"Well. I've finished reading it, thank you." Fran nodded slightly, but his eyes were still in the distance. "And there is nothing difficult to understand. After Mary and I looked at it, we already understood a rough idea."

As soon as she said this, she couldn't help but look at the side subconsciously.

That's right, Mary went out today because she had something to do, and the one who came with her today was a maid. Of course, the maid didn't have the courage to come to the lady to listen to this and that. So she just stood from afar and watched the two of them chat. It was precisely because of this that Lola felt that today's timing was too appropriate.

The other party's tone was weak and powerless. Because of this, Lola felt even more excited.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I suddenly threw out such a lot of things to you, and it ended up causing you to be plagued..." She apologized without sincerity, "You don't have to be so anxious. After all, it's still long, and no one just puts the burden on you. You can come slowly... I feel a little sad to see you are so haggard now."

"Is it very haggard?" Fran was a little surprised.

"Have you looked in the mirror?" Lola asked. "I think you can almost play the princess directly."

[At that time, theatre actresses often had to put a thick layer of white powder on their faces. Lola's words were both compliments and jokes.]

"Is it so powerful? I think it's okay when I look in the mirror?" Fran was a little surprised, and then smiled bitterly in a little lonely way, "Forget it, even if it's like this, it doesn't matter anyway, no one cares."

"It seems you are worried about why, Miss, can you tell me if it is convenient?" Lola asked softly. "If it is my fault, I can apologize to you."

"It's nothing, of course it's not because of your relationship." Fran shook his head immediately, "It's my own business, you don't have to care, I'm fine."

"You are like this, how can I not care?" Lola changed her usual indifference and looked full of concern. "If a beautiful flower like you witheres for some reason, it would be a pity. I don't like to sit and watch something happen."

"Nothing, it's really nothing..." Fran lowered his head.

"You must not refuse others like this, Miss." Lola was still pressing step by step, "I think I am still your friend. How could I not care about my friend when I see that my friend is in trouble?"

"Thank you for your concern, thank you very much. But please don't worry about my affairs anymore. I can only bear my affairs myself." Fran frowned and then replied calmly, "Who can fully understand someone?"

Lola stopped talking, the two stopped and then fell into a strange silence.

Just when Fran thought the other party had felt her rejection and finally stopped talking, Lola suddenly opened her mouth.

A smile appeared on her face.

Although it is hard to tell whether it is kindness or not, there is no doubt that this smile will not make anyone happy.

"Do you just want to bear it silently? Isn't that too pitiful? I can't stand it anymore, Miss Treville. What's the point of crying alone?"

"What are you talking about?" Fran's pupils suddenly shrank, then turned his gaze and looked at Lola.

"Don't I say it clearly enough? You are worried, and I know why you are worried. Yes, aren't you worried about love?" Lola calmly told Fran. "Maybe others think you are just young and ignorant, but I know you. You are serious. You are giving all your love and loving that person without reservation. No matter how the literati ridicule us, we all know that a woman can only love once in her life. Although she may have had many romances. Oh, innocent, unreserved love, how great is this kind of love!"

After exaggerating, she changed her tone, a tone full of regret and sadness. "However, because of fate, you are troubled, sad, and desperate for this only love. You have endured the shackles it brings, but you cannot enjoy its joy. You are trapped by it. You want to find an outlet, but you find that there is darkness, darkness, and bottomless darkness in front of you..."

"Stop talking!" Fran's face suddenly twisted, and then he shouted without any regard for his demeanor.

"What exactly is it that forces you to fall into such a terrifying situation? This answer is not difficult to see..."

"Stop talking..."

"I'm right, Miss Treville..." Lola continued to say ignorantly, "The reason you are so distressed is because you are in love with your..."

"Bang!"

A heavy slap temporarily interrupted her words.

"What do you know about people like you?" Fran pulled his hand back and then shouted at the other party, "Is it fun to spy on others? You don't have to worry about my affairs! What qualifications do you have to say about me? Yes, I just love him, what's wrong!"

Although he was slapped heavily, Lola still smiled and continued to look at Fran.

After Fran finished roaring, his whole body trembled with excitement, and some tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

It seemed that she felt that she was so inappropriate. After calming down, she sighed.

"I'm sorry. I feel a little uncomfortable today, so I'm missing my companion first."

"You are very energetic now, much better than just now." Just as she turned around and was about to leave, Lola suddenly said. "It's a pity that why should I waste this spirit and action on the useless anger venting rather than action?"

Fran stopped.

"What else do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is simple, Miss." Lola replied with a sneer, "I definitely don't mean to mock you, but in fact I'm sad for you."

"Hearts?"

"Yes, when you, such a beautiful and intelligent girl, give full of love, can only get a secret ending of crying, even I feel very distressed when I look at you. Can you only accept an ending of watching your brother marry someone else, put aside yourself, and let yourself be lonely for the rest of your life?"

Fran shivered slightly, but she was no longer angry. She closed her eyes gently and let tears slide down from the side.

"Are you going to accept fate? Just let everything end so helplessly?"

Not sure! The girl shouted in her heart.

It was not until then that Fran realized that Miss De Bowang was a little strange.

After pointing out her infatuated love for her brother, she neither persuaded nor laughed at her. Instead, she seemed to blame Fran for not being slaughtered by fate.

What exactly does she want to do?

"What do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is...you are wrong." Lola replied in a low voice.

Sure enough, are you still coming to laugh at me? Fran sneered in his heart.

"Is that so? Maybe."

"But you are not wrong in falling in love with someone, even if the person is his own brother."

"Hmm?" Fran turned around in surprise. "What does it mean?"

"Do you know where you are wrong? You shouldn't fall in love with your brother? It's ridiculous!" Lola looked at Fran coldly, her eyes seemed to have a stinging eye. "What's wrong with this? Talented people should be born to over the heads of ordinary people. How can the rules and regulations that bind them be used on the heads of geniuses? Love is love, what's wrong? Who has the right to stop you? No one! Do you want to tell yourself that you are a person without talent, but just a mediocre ordinary person who survives by the pitiful law?"

"What the hell do you want to say!?" Fran was completely confused by the other party's words.

"You did make a mistake, but you only made one mistake, that is... your love is dedicated to it on your knees!"

Fran's hand holding the handle of the umbrella seemed to be more forceful, and her fingertips were a little white. But she still looked at the other person coldly without saying a word.

"Love is conquest, love is robbery! It should not be something that kneels down and begs! That's right, you kneel on the ground, claiming to be humble, begging your brother to give you some love, what's the result? Humph, isn't this obvious? No one can respect the beggar, he gives you nothing, you get nothing, you can only crouch on the bed and cry in despair! You must have cried many times, crying and asking why God gave himself such a sad fate... Is there anything more ridiculous than this kind of wail?" As if something was touched, Lola almost shouted, "Rules only make sense when they are favorable to us, right? People who succumb to boring rules and destiny, and therefore dare not do anything, are the ridiculous people!"

"So...so...so...so what!" Fran could no longer help it and roared at her in return, "I don't need you to teach me a lesson!"

"No, I definitely have no idea of ​​teaching you a lesson, Miss Treville..." Lola replied long.

Then, a smile appeared on her face again, "Because, although I was not trapped by love, I was also caused by fate and fell into a painful situation. Like you, if I do nothing, I will be completely trapped in, and then swallowed by eternal darkness, no longer see hope, no longer see sunshine... Yes, it is the dark quagmire you fear the most, which is even more terrible than death. It is because of this that I can feel your depression and anger more truly, and hope that you can stand up and fight against the boring fate..."

"What's the meaning?"

"The person who put me in this dark situation is my brother." Lola suddenly turned aside and looked at the sky in the distance, "Of course, please don't misunderstand that I don't love him, and of course I don't hate him either. I just..."

She reached out and placed her hand in front of her forehead, covering the stinging sunshine, "I want to pull away this stone blocking the way."

At this moment, Fran opened his eyes wide.

Then, Lola laughed again.

"Miss Treville, let's make a deal. Let's join hands to break the shackles of fate together, and then... we bring a brother to God, and then another brother to you..."

"What do you mean?" Fran didn't react for a while.

"Yes, I want to kill my brother, and you can help me." Lola said without any emotion, "In return, I can serve you as your best friend and get you what you want!" (To be continued)

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