Chapter 878.8

In the second half of the 20th century, with the two wars and the unknown changes in the current situation,

in Europe decades ago, the society developed in the vigorous capital, the rule of the monarchy had long passed, and the social class in the old era no longer existed,

aristocracy.

Those who live in the castle and spend their luxurious and high-class life in the service of many servants, who can really be called as such, seem to have gradually become history in people's minds.

However, this does not mean that they have disappeared, even though the traditional hereditary aristocracy has declined,

but the nobility, no, perhaps those who can be called aristocrats, still exist.

The night is noisy and flashy. It is not Paris that looks like it is now. There is still some romance of the golden age. A convertible sports car that will be photographed at a high price goes through the old streets in the suburbs of the city. The bright and intoxicated lights of the city shine on the handsome faces of the two young people on the bus, which makes people know that they are the upper class people.

"It's the dance again, Mars, you're really not bored..."

sitting in the co driver's seat of this sports car, you don't worry about putting your high-speed arm on the door and gently supporting your face. Even at the moment, your casual behavior is full of demeanor,

looking at the intimate friend who is in the same mood, the young man who has changed into a black tuxedo sighs.

"Ha ha, believe me! Chloe, this party is definitely different from the one before

Even though he said two absolutes, the young man named Coro would not believe his lies any more for the playboy who always relied on the skills of the waves and brought different women back.

Although it's by the way, it must be the boring unfolding of all kinds of women...

the very conspicuous sports car crosses the street and arrives at a manor in the suburb of Paris.

stops by the fountain in front of the dance venue tonight and throws the key to the housekeeper. Mars straightens his bow tie and sighs helplessly at his friends beside him.

He is handsome and impeccable at a glance. He used to be an old aristocrat in England. He has the outstanding ability to take everything at his fingertips. What's more, he always feels that he is beyond the ordinary people's temperament.

but perhaps because of the excellent and outstanding conditions, Mars always feels that his friend can't find the meaning of life...

however, because of the excellent and outstanding conditions, Mars always feels that he can't find the meaning of life

So as a close friend, at least want to help him get happiness.

"Don't worry, Chloe. I'm not lying to you this time. We're here tonight, but it's the kind of formal party we've ever had before."

Pass the invitation to the waiter and walk him into the ball room. Mars assures him confidently.

"Well, I'm not interested in this kind of field combination..."

I have already felt the eyes of several young ladies entering the stadium together. Colo almost gave up explaining to him that this is not a formal issue.

"I know, I know, you are the traditional conservative group of British people compared with the free and unrestrained view of love, right?"

It can be regarded as a typical romantic and romantic man in France. He has long seen through the type of partner he is suitable for mutual respect and mutual understanding. Mars chuckles and asks back, refusing the help of the waiter and passing his eyes as he pushes the ball door open to him.

"Believe in my eyes."

Do you believe in the Playboy's eyes...

with such a thought, he chuckled and walked behind him towards the front. Then, in the splendor of the opening of the ball hall door, without any preparation and anticipation,

he saw the unforgettable love at first sight in his life.

She stood in the light of the ball,

her thin and straight snow-white back and crimson dress were surrounded and held as the center. Her elegant and exquisite face made all the lights lose color.

in the face of flattery from all around, her calm and beautiful eyes did not fluctuate. It was just like self-reliance and dignity carved into the blood, and noble people did not dare to step forward.

"Herschel Linhua, this is the name of her current status and background. You can see that, unlike those women who are only obsessed with jewelry, she is a real aristocrat in this era. It is said that she also has the blood of the French royal family in the past."

in the high-class ball with a large number of guests, Mars watched the center of the hall surrounded by people and let him have such flowers "To be honest, I always think there is no girl in Europe that you can't catch up with, but even I'm not sure this time."

"but I'm optimistic about you!"

He patted himself on the shoulder and encouraged himself to wink before going on to make the beautiful ladies happy.

and then he didn't rush forward immediately. He just picked up a glass of champagne and looked at it occasionally to feel the serenity and elegance of each other's beautiful figure,

and his own characteristics.It was only when the dance music began that the light in the hall was dim, and all the women who had been courted and sought after were dispersed. Then he slowly stepped forward to the figure. Seeing his action, other hesitant men in the dance party retreated with a deep sigh.

When he noticed that he was coming towards him, Herschel looked at him calmly,

"nice party, wasn't it?"

There is no flattery, no flattery, and no other man's obscure look that disgusts him. The young British gentleman in Tuxedo has an indisputable manner of etiquette, with a light smile.

"But you don't seem to come to the ball."

Not too much care, take back the line of sight, Herschel's voice is clear and quiet.

It should not be the first conversation that will take place in the social arena. It seems that both of them have confirmed the other party's identity. Both of them are looking at the dance venue quietly.

"It was, but I saw the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life. I'm willing to do everything for her before I find the meaning of life, so I'm thinking about how to invite her to dance."

When her eyes moved and she heard such a light smile, she thought it was the same kind of rhetoric that the people had just said to themselves. Herschel heard his voice lower:

"she's on your left."

Left?

When he heard that he was not himself, he subconsciously turned his eyes, but his voice quietly reminded him that he didn't want the other party to notice,

"don't be so quick, she should not like everyone staring at her, and she doesn't like to be disturbed by irrelevant people."

The ornate ball hall, slightly dim lights, melodious waltz, people in evening dresses and suits.

"Slow down... Turn around slowly, and don't let her find out..."

at the moment when she turns her eyes a little slower, Herschel sees a mirror that the waiter has just moved past her left to make room for the dance floor,

in the mirror is the noble and elegant figure of the dark red evening dress.

It turns out that it's such a trick. Young and gorgeous, her mouth cocked up slightly. Herschel turns her eyes to him,

"before we enter the scene and become opponents,"

euphemistic but not false, chuckle is not frivolous. His actions, words and deeds have the respect and seriousness of regarding this as a long-term love,

dance of the old times In the waltz, the young British gentleman in Tuxedo meticulously invited the woman in the crimson dress to smile:

"Miss Herschel, can I have the pleasure of dancing with you?"

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