Why it never ends

Chapter 265 Nightingale
Invited by Sophie, Hesta was also among them, and she has been standing by the fence looking into the distance—Danglars invited Si Lei to Roger's residence after dinner, but he has not returned yet.

"Eureka, won't you sit down and have a cup of tea?" Sophie asked.

"No." Hesta shook his head, "I'll just stand here and blow the air."

"Eureka!" Another girl also looked at Hesta, "Are you familiar with Miss Palan?"

"Unfamiliar."

"But I heard that you went to Mr. Gray's house for a long time the night before yesterday. What did you do?"

"If you want to know, just ask Ms. Palan directly."

The girl who asked the question looked at Eureka, showing an intriguing smile, and she turned to look at the others: "I think Palan is a bit 'that' to Mr. Gray."

Sophie: "Which one?"

"It's 'that', I feel like Palan is flattering to a lot of men, especially Gray - don't you think?"

The other girls laughed in unison.

"I heard that Palan stayed at Gray's house for more than two hours that night, and it was so late at that time..." The girl looked at Hesta again, "Eureka, did you stay with them all that night? They Did you get alone with me?"

Hesta finally withdrew her gaze from a distance, and turned around: "Where did you hear that it took more than two hours?"

"That's not important~"

"I guess it's from Mr. Gray's servant?" Sophie whispered from the side, looking at her friends around her with complicated expressions, "Helen, you pay too much attention to Gray..."

"Don't you pay attention? Is there anyone here who can not pay attention?" Helen spread her hands, she raised her face with a smile, "Let me tell you the truth, I actually met Mr. Gray last year—— The mask kind."

The girl on the side exclaimed in amazement: "Really!"

"Really, it was also on Queen's Day last year. My uncle came to visit the Viscount. We stopped by Mr. Gray's mansion first. At that time, he went to the drawing room with his servants, and I went to the garden alone..."

The girl described her adventures in a dreamlike tone, the weather of that day, the flowers and plants in the yard, the slightly slippery cobblestone road because of the moss growing, and how she and an astonishingly handsome man were in Basho Meet under the leaves.

After that glimpse, Gray, like an elf accidentally bumped by a mortal, immediately covered his face and fled.

"Although there is only one side, I will never forget the moment of astonishment. His beauty even gave me a feeling of déjà vu..." Helen whispered, "This man is really too mysterious."

"Nightingale shouldn't have committed suicide. Mr. Gray will be so sad when he comes back and finds that his sweetheart is dead."

"Is Mr. Gray really gone? Why did he leave without saying goodbye?"

"I heard that he is the son of a wealthy merchant in the twelfth district, maybe he is also an aristocrat," Helen said, "I guess his sudden departure may have something to do with his background, and maybe he encountered some unknown danger—ah , Maybe Gray refused to take him on the road together for the sake of Nightingale?"

"...That's such a pity, Mr. Gray's infatuation has been completely let down."

Hesta stood silently at the edge of the crowd listening to these conversations, frowning slightly.

"Why do you say that about Nightingale?" Sophie interrupted everyone's discussion, "We don't know what the actual situation is. He's already dead, so we don't—"

"Just talking."

"Who can say that Nightingale's death is not a kind of happiness? He used his whole life to complete his love, just like in a fairy tale. If you are not him, how can you understand his happiness?"

Sophie was taken aback, "But..."

"Sometimes I also hope that in the future I will meet a love that makes me willing to give my life." A person sighed, "But I don't seem to be able to be so selfless."

"No, it's not about selflessness or selfishness," another person continued, "It's about encounters like this that can never be found. Think about it, if everyone can have this kind of love, then romantic stories should be written." For whom?"

After a brief silence, everyone laughed.

Dada horseshoes were heard in the distance, and a carriage was coming from the direction of Roger's residence. Hesta glanced at it and guessed that it was Tanglar's carriage, then turned and left without a sound.

For some reason, the lights were not turned on on the way from the terrace to the stairs. In the dark corridor, Hesta walked very slowly, and the girls' chat just now was still echoing in her ears.At this moment, she suddenly understood some of Roger's almost foolish self-confidence—it turned out that the absurdity was not completely unreasonable.

"Eureka?" A tentative cry came from ahead, Hesta looked up and saw Alvira and Villefort walking towards her from a distance, and Villefort was still 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. She patted her husband's back lightly. Villefort understood that he wanted him to go first. The two smiled at each other. Villefort said goodbye to Hesta and left alone Headed to the terrace.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Hesta asked.

"There's a gift," Alvira raised her hand and handed something to her. "Sophie said it was for you in the morning."

Hesta looked down slightly and didn't answer.

"Accept it, it's a gift for the children on Queen's Day, everyone has it."

"...Origami?"

"Well," Alvira nodded, "We smoked it with calming herbs and hung it by the bedside at night, so maybe we won't have nightmares."

Holding the string on the origami, Hesta walked to the low beam. It was an orange paper fox with a little white stripe on the tip of its tail with white glue.

Alvira was still in place, looking at her with a smile, "Sophie's emotions are always written on her face, and if she likes someone, she will pester her and talk to her. If she disturbs you during this time, I hope you can forgive me. , don't talk to her—"

"... may I ask you a question, ma'am?"

"Ok?"

"If, if we fail at work...Of course this kind of thing shouldn't happen, but there are always accidents. If in the end, we fail to save the Duke from the assassin, you..."

Hesta's gaze slowly moved from the floor to Alvira's toes, and finally met Alvira's eyes.

"Will you die for love like a nightingale?"

This straightforward question made Alvira's expression freeze for a moment, but soon, she smiled and shook her head, "...Why do you think so?"

"I just heard Sophie and the others chatting." Hesta looked at her, "Is it really not?"

Seeing Hesta's serious expression, Alvira also restrained her smile, and she walked slowly to Hesta's side, "This question... how should I answer you."

(End of this chapter)