Officer x You (Forty-two)
Different world, fictional background!
Privately designed characters, privately designed names and places
System story, the male and female protagonists are not biological children
A total of 9k～
Latin Quarter Church Hospital.
To the west of the bed stood an IV stand, with a used IV bag hanging from it. On top of the bedside cabinet sat a lunch box filled with porridge and a vase of carefully trimmed roses.
The man sat on a chair beside him, his eyes closed, his legs spread apart, his hands on his knees, his hands folded and supported under his forehead.
It seemed like many days had passed. The light coming in from outside was clear and soft, enveloping his face. Although his fatigue was hard to hide, he still looked like a perfect sculpture.
A slight knock on the door quickly brought the napping man back to reality.
He woke up a little, stood up and walked to the bed.
You were lying on the bed, sleeping, your face was as pale as a piece of white paper soaked in water, the blood color of your lips has not yet recovered, and your breathing was light and long.
Feinz supported himself on the bed with his left hand, bent down and stretched out his right hand to touch your face. The calluses on his fingertips made you uncomfortable, and even your brows furrowed even more tightly in your sleep.
"What's up?"
Feintz took the report file from Yuri, sat on the bench outside the door, raised his hand and pressed his forehead, his voice tired but his tone still majestic.
This floor has been checked in advance, and there are guards at the entrance and exit passages.
"Sir, the rebels involved in the train derailment have been captured by Ids," Yuri reported.
Feintz put one leg on the ground and rested the other on top of it, placed the report file on his leg, and flipped it over a few times symbolically.
He had a serious expression and threw the report aside without even glancing at it. He raised his head to look at the window facing him while listening to Yuri's report.
Through the window, you can see light clouds lingering in the sky, black and red flags fluttering in the wind, and several rows of soldiers reinforcing the barbed wire around the hospital.
"Leiro and his men found Anthony's forged ID, train schedule, sabotage plan, and a docking code that was only half torn up in the hotel where he was staying. When the IDS people arrested him, he was still trying to destroy the code book..."
On the eve of the Allied landing, the resistance movement in major French provinces reached its climax, with sabotage operations emerging one after another, forming a combined force with the rapid landing momentum on the front line.
The resistanceist Anthony was responsible for organizing and implementing a train derailment incident specifically targeting the German army. The train was loaded with important military combat supplies. The command issued a reward of 50,000 francs. Before long, Anthony was betrayed by his compatriots.
Yuri realized that his report was a bit long-winded, which made Feynz feel bored and annoyed, so he stopped talking in time and handed Feynz the telegram copied and translated by the command center.
"Sir, communication with Major Schleicher has been restored. Here's the telegram from there."
"Um."
Feintz put his legs down and looked at the translated telegram. The solemnity on his face visibly dissipated a little.
Ina was with me all day long, never leaving me.
Damn my luck, I want to try roulette.
Xiao Gu is sick and the general is in a bad mood. Please be careful when reporting your work. I have been shot in the back.
The three short lines conveyed different meanings, consistent with the operator's unconventional thinking. However, only the first line was the information that Feynz wanted to confirm most.
Yuri observed Feyntz's expression and said tentatively, "Sir, we can't rule out the possibility that the Rouen District wants to shirk responsibility and someone wants to drag the lady into this mess. I think the lady's suspicion..."
Feinz sat there, lost in thought, and when he heard Yuri's defense, he glanced indifferently in the direction of the voice.
An invisible sense of oppression came over him, and his words of defense stopped abruptly. Yuri immediately straightened his body, tapped his heels hard, and put his feet together.
The clicking sound was particularly harsh in the silent corridor.
"Send someone to tell Lei Luo that the rebels must be shown sufficient 'respect' and 'care' from the Empire. Anyone who colluded with the rebels during the special period of martial law..."
Feyntz stood up, his eyes stern, his voice returning to its usual cold, ruthless tone. "The special military tribunal will handle all special cases with special treatment and impose severe punishments. Trains bound for the concentration camps will not be stopped unless faced with force majeure."
"yes!"
Yuri took the folded telegram and the report file he had just handed over, saluted and accepted them.
…
Your eyes were red, your mind was in a mess, you leaned on the bed, talking to the system, and you were still dazed when you saw Feints standing in front of you.
When you came to your senses and realized his presence, your heart became uneasy again, and your whole body unconsciously exuded an aura of defense and vigilance.
"I want to...I want to see Emma..."
The system says he is lying to you.
In contrast to the fearful, pleading expression on your face, Feinz's expression remained completely emotionless. You expected him to be enraged, but instead, he stated his situation in a calm, straight line.
"The blueprints for the Rouen telephone station base were specially treated. The paper was coated with a chemical substance. If it was exposed to light during photography, it would leave traces."
Your heart skipped a beat and you instantly sank to the bottom. You dared not show any more expression on your face and tried your best to pretend that you didn't understand.
Feynz stared at you deeply and paused for a long moment before continuing, "The day before the Allied landing, the telephone station came under heavy attack. And the head of the Rouen district exchanged intelligence information, and your name was on the entry and exit registration form for the confidential room."
"I...I don't know...Brother, I want to see my daughter..."
Suddenly, there was a "bang" and the stool in the ward was kicked several feet away, followed by a sharp and harsh sound of wood hitting the wall.
With tears of fear in your eyes, you shuddered in fear.
There were several knocks on the door, followed by Yuri's inquiring voice. "Sir?"
You were afraid of his sudden outburst of anger, and subconsciously wanted to escape. You turned towards the ward door, raised your voice, and shouted, "Yuri..."
The door handle of the ward was turned hesitantly a few times. Feintz raised his eyes and looked towards the door. At this moment, silence returned outside.
When you feel the coldness in his eyes, you can no longer calm your pounding heart. The light blue eyes under his eyelids are rolling, and two rows of long eyelashes fluttering cast two shadows. Your hands are tightly clutching the quilt.
"I...I really don't know...Brother, my name is just on the registration form. I don't know why...my name is there. I've never been to the confidential room, I don't have any photography equipment, and I don't have any motive..."
Ina, don't panic. Why did he convict you of "collaborating with the enemy" so easily? It's clearly illogical and full of loopholes...
You followed him when you were eighteen. Except for his job transfer, you were almost never apart. You two were the closest people to each other...
Perhaps this was just a test? After all, you'd been back in London for half a month, and during that time you'd completely lost contact with him. He must have thought you'd left...
Feinz didn't respond to your defense. He walked forward and grabbed your jaw condescendingly.
But this time the force was controlled well enough that you didn't feel the burning pain, but it forced you to look directly at him.
"Headquarters tracked down the special licenses circulating on the market last year. They had my forged signature on them, making them look genuine."
Seeing your dazed eyes and a confused look, Feints loosened his grip and you were caught off guard and pressed onto the bed.
He placed his hands on either side of you, trapping you in the world he constructed with his chest. His cold face instantly magnified to the extreme in your light blue pupils.
"Don't you remember? Let your brother help you recall the handover document for the management of Petrus Manor. Why is the signature on it the same as your brother's? Hmm?"
His words shocked you so much that your pupils shrank suddenly.
Warm breath hits your face, but you are shivering with cold.
When you signed your name at Petrus, just to be on the safe side, you signed it with Fiennes's name... You didn't even realize that you were imitating his handwriting when you signed...
No, no, hold on, Ina, what does this prove? There is no direct evidence at all, it's all coincidence, it's all just coincidence...
You thought and hesitated for a moment, and in just these few seconds, Feinz's face became a little gloomy again. He let go of you and sat on the edge of the bed.
You realized it later and sat up from the bed, hugged him and put your face behind his.
"I...brother...I was just bored at home...and...I missed you so much...that's why I copied your handwriting. As for the special permit...why it was forged, Ina really doesn't know..."
As you spoke, Feintz pulled out a lighter from his uniform pocket, opened it with a click, and closed it with a snap.
As you explained tremblingly, he kept turning the switch back and forth, over and over again, until he finally threw the lighter on the bedside table.
"Change your clothes."
ah?
Feinz turned around, hugged you and lifted you up. You put your arms around his neck and sat in his arms.
Tears were still falling, rolling down the corners of your lips. The corners of your lips were pale with a hint of blue. His eyes fixed on you, and he used a tissue to wipe the tears from your face, then stared at you as you drank half a glass of water.
After soaking in warm water, my lips finally looked a little more radiant.
"Change clothes."
“No…no strength…”
This is true. My head is starting to feel dizzy again. The sound of electricity passing through the system has become the best weapon to induce headaches.
You pursed your lips, made an expression that looked like you were neither crying nor crying, and continued to snuggle in his arms like a spoiled child.
Feinz seemed to be irritated by your rogue behavior, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing, but seeing that you frowned because of the headache, he suppressed the suspicion that was surging like a tide and carefully helped you change your clothes.
The blisters on your feet have long been popped and medicine applied, but the scratches on your legs are left and right, blue and purple, which makes people feel distressed when they see them.
"Brother, I...are we going home to see Emma..."
As Feintz answered, he reached out to smooth your messy blonde hair and picked you up like a princess. His tone was so calm that you felt like you had escaped death again.
"Meeting an old friend."
…
A Mercedes-Benz is driving on the avenue, you lean against the car window, and the warm breeze blows on your face, bringing with it a gentle heat from the English Channel.
If you listen carefully, you seem to hear the sound of the blue coast lapping in the wind, and the rustling of the dark forest, but it is more like a whimper, with an indescribable horror in the warmth.
"On June 19th, a fierce storm destroyed the artificial harbor, effectively hindering the Anglo-American invasion force. The great empire seemed to have divine help, and the coalition's land, sea, and air attacks have now been completely halted..."
The in-car radio passionately announced the momentary victory, as if Germany's crumbling world was just a terrible nightmare.
You subconsciously turned your head to look at Feints. He was leaning against the back seat of the car, lighting a cigarette and smoking hard. The female announcer's voice became louder and louder, and he opened the car window and blew out the smoke.
You turned your head back and continued to lean on the car window, seemingly squinting at the running and jumping sunlight in a daze, but in fact you were talking to the system to understand Emma's current situation.
The moment the car stops, you finally realize where you are.
The Avenue Foch, which stretches from the Arc de Triomphe to the Black Forest, is the richest place in Paris and one of the most beautiful streets. Number 86 is the headquarters of Geshiba.
A bad thought flashed through your mind.
"elder brother……?"
Feinz put out his half-smoked cigarette and slowly threw it into the ashtray in the car. Instead of replying to you, he made a gesture to Yuri in the back seat of the car.
After seeing you in the rearview mirror, Yuri got out of the car, opened the door for you, and led you into the headquarters.
You glanced back at Feints, noticing he was sitting perfectly still, and reluctantly turned around to follow Yuri.
You walk past one window after another, and the beautiful ornamental garden is clearly right opposite, but the wailing of prisoners can be heard from the closed iron gate on the other side.
Although the rich floral scent is as intoxicating as Bordeaux wine, you still feel so cold deep down inside.
"Ma'am, please come in."
Yuri nodded at you and opened the iron door. For some reason, before your figure was completely isolated by the iron door, he added another sentence.
"Don't worry, she's no longer able to hurt you."
No longer able to harm others...
Your hand hanging at your side reflexively shrank into your palm.
The door behind him was closed, but the incandescent light in the cell was so bright that it dazzled his eyes.
You see a woman leaning against a wall, motionless and as if dead. Her shoulder-length blonde hair has lost its luster and is as dry as dead grass.
She was wearing a washed-out, faded dress that was loose, as if she had just put on dignity, an expensive luxury, to welcome your arrival.
You recognized her at a glance, wiped your tears, walked over woodenly, and sat next to her.
You dare not move Sally's body, afraid that the touch will cause her to suffer the heartbreaking pain again.
I didn't dare to speak to her, for fear that there had been eavesdropping devices installed here, just waiting for you to recognize your comrades and reveal your true identity.
You had no choice but to repeat the Morse code softly into Sally's hand, over and over again, for what felt like an eternity.
Long, short short, short, short long, short long short, short long short... (The Allied forces have landed).
After an unknown amount of time, the long-dead body finally moved slightly, and a tear slid down from the dry eye socket, leaving a bloody groove on the face.
You squatted and leaned against the wall. The iron door was closed and locked, as if your heart had hidden in its own corner, or had become completely silent in the iron facts.
The moment the iron door was pushed open, the dazzling incandescent lights above your head were suddenly dimmed. You were in a daze for a moment before slowly coming to your senses.
Still wearing that black military uniform, the darkness was endless, like an ocean of death, powerfully pouring into your once again broken heart.
"Have you finished catching up with our old friend?"
Feinz walked up to you, half-knelt on one knee in front of you, and touched your tear-stained eyes.
"She...is a traitor to the Empire, not...a friend..."
Your throat is dry and it's difficult to pronounce words.
"Very well, you should be ashamed of having once been friends with a traitor. An enemy who illegally engages in the resistance movement and endangers the interests of the Empire deserves death."
Feinz seemed to praise you with appreciation. He unbuckled the holster on his waist, circled the trigger of his standard pistol with his index finger, and placed it on your hand.
"Kill her, and I'll let you go home to see our little Emma."
The tone was as if he was coaxing a cat, using its life as a bargaining chip.
The barrel is so black, lying in your hand, like the eyes of death staring at you. Walther PP, Walther PP, a semi-automatic pistol manufactured by Walther.
You opened your mouth, your lips trembling uncontrollably.
"I...I don't know how to use a gun..."
"Brother taught you."
Fiennes looked straight at you, his blue eyes as deep as the sea, gathering the storm under the sea, instantly appearing intimidating, forcing you to make a choice.
Maybe your tears were too heavy, he reached out and wiped your face roughly, then stood up, and dust stained the right knee of his military pants.
You stood up with the help of the wall. The gun in your hand was as heavy as expected, and your palms were wet with cold sweat.
Kill Sally and prove that you haven't betrayed the Empire. If you don't kill Sally, both of you will die...
He should never try to deceive you again. The killing was not based on any so-called government order, nor was it based on any political strategy, nor was it done out of necessity.
It turns out that just one word can determine someone's life or death based on their likes and dislikes.
You were shaking so badly that you didn't point the gun at Sally, but directly at the man in front of you—
Your brother, your husband, a murderer who has committed countless crimes, a devil who deserves to go to hell.
Feinz didn't dodge, and his eyes looked at you without any ripples. He didn't pay any attention to your weak and ridiculous threats, as if he had predicted everything, but you could clearly feel his hidden anger.
"Do you really want your brother to die?"
With almost no effort, he bent your wrist and the gun fell into his hand.
You shook your head and took a step back, only to see him pull the safety latch, slowly put the muzzle of the gun against his chin, and then put his index finger on the trigger guard...
Don't……
You felt your breath being squeezed out of you, and you reached out to stop him, but Feintz pulled the trigger before you could.
At that moment, your heart almost stopped beating as he pulled the trigger!
A blank shot.
God!
The stagnant breath instantly rushed back into your lungs like water from a floodgate. You gasped for air, your limbs limp and relaxed. You could only cling to the back wall and let the tears flow down.
You suddenly realize that you simply cannot imagine him falling in front of you. That would definitely be a torture that would make your internal organs burn.
Your every move was seen by Feinz. His anger subsided a little, but he turned the gun towards you and reloaded the Walter in front of you.
You were still in a state of mental breakdown, and before you could react, you heard him sneer at himself, "Yina, am I spoiling you too much, so you are getting more and more courageous?"
Feynz strode forward and pulled you into his arms, holding your arm and aiming at Sally. The click of the bullet being loaded was amplified to the extreme in the quiet environment at this moment.
The whole set of movements was done cleanly and neatly, without any hesitation.
"don't want--"
I don’t want to kill anyone!!
The moment Feynman forced you to pull the trigger, you screamed in despair. The direction of the movement he was controlling your hand changed instantly, and the bullet flew out at an angle with a chirp.
The bullet went through the iron barrel in the corner, leaving deep holes in the bloodstained wall.
Sally's hand twitched where it hung to the ground.
You were still in shock in his arms, your mind was blank, your whole body was hot and cold, your head was buzzing, and tears were falling in big drops. In your blurred vision, you couldn't seem to see the blood.
Feinz put his arm around you from behind with one hand and put the gun away with the other. He bent down and kissed your ear, and the sound he made in your ear was surprisingly a rare teasing.
It was as if he was actively compromising and seeking peace after realizing the madness of his actions.
"Are you scared now? Why weren't you this scared when you pointed the gun at your brother? Huh?"
You wanted to go forward to check on Sally, but your body was held tightly by his hand, and the strong force also made you realize your situation.
You turned around, your eyes red, and hit him desperately, but your strength had been completely drained away by this farce, and the force that landed on him was light and soft.
"Asshole! Asshole! How many more people are you going to kill? You clearly promised me that you would never kill again! I have never lied to you, but you only doubted and humiliated me again and again! Do you know how... how scared I was when I returned to Paris from Rouen alone... Brother, brother! You will be judged by God! Please, don't kill anymore! Ina, please..."
Feinz just stood there and let you hit him, yell at him, and curse at him, his hands half-supporting and half-holding you from behind your back, until you cried so hard that your brain was deprived of oxygen and you could no longer utter a word, then he picked you up sideways.
"Sir, who's inside?"
Yuri opened the door and asked about Sally's final disposition from outside.
No, Sally...
You grabbed Feints by the front of his shirt.
Feinz looked down at you. Even though you were nestled in his arms with your eyes closed, tears were still falling, streaming down your face, which was red from lack of air from crying.
"Send it to Ravensbrück."
"yes!"
Ravensbrück concentration camp, a hell on earth built specifically for female prisoners, is located 50 miles north of the German capital, Berlin.
…
After the matter was temporarily settled, you packed up your things and moved back to the Earl's Mansion from the Ritz Hotel.
There are guards patrolling outside the mansion constantly, and you have become accustomed to being under house arrest. In fact, as long as you can be with Emma, it doesn't matter whether you are under house arrest or not.
Matilda gave birth to a son safely, but she is in a weak mental state. General Stupnagel knows that Matilda and you are good friends, and hopes that you can go to the hospital to accompany her.
Feinz agreed and asked Yuri to accompany you.
The Military Hospital is located on Grand Boulevard, opposite Rue de Faubourg in Montmartre. The road is lined with Renaissance-style buildings, pale and romantic.
The quiet streets, the houses with closed shutters, the faint singing coming from the gramophone, and the occasional beeping of horns, all deviate from the Montmartre in your memory.
Matilda lay on the hospital bed, the quilt covering her chest. The fatigue and pain brought by childbirth made her unable to even support her upper body.
"Hello, Auntie—Hello, Grandpa—"
Emma opened her little hands in your arms and greeted Matilda lying on the bed and General Stupnagel standing beside her in military uniform.
However, this address was indeed several generations apart, and the innocent words made everyone feel quite embarrassed.
"Mrs. von Kármán, thank you for visiting Mattie today. I hope you can come and spend more time with Mattie when you have time in the future."
You smiled and responded, "General, this is as it should be."
General Stupnagel did not express any dissatisfaction with being called Emma. After exchanging a few words with you, he left in a hurry. After all, this place is quite a distance away from Place Vendôme.
Emma didn't want to stay in her mother's arms and struggled for a few times in your arms. You put Emma on the ground and told her not to run away.
"Ms. Lu Kang, why don't I see the child? Where is the baby?"
Matilda lay on the bed and turned to look out the window.
The large windows of the ward let in brilliant sunlight, and the sky was a rare blue without the smoke of gunpowder.
It seemed like a very beautiful summer day, if you ignored the iron wire and the iron thorn nets that were several times thicker on the outer wall of the hospital.
"Nicholas was taken away as soon as he was born," she looked out the window for a long moment before slowly replying, "He registered with the Fountain of Life Center when I was pregnant."
ah……
how so……
Emma sensed the hurt in her aunt's words, and she tiptoed on her feet, trying hard to cling to the bed rails. A little golden head popped up from time to time, and you carried her to the edge of the bed in time.
"Auntie, don't cry. Emma, blow, and the pain will fly."
Matilda finally smiled. "Oh, my sweetheart, you are so thoughtful. May God bless my sweetheart with good health and no disaster."
You are touched by Matilda's words of prayer. Although Emma had a serious illness, it did not affect the little one's vitality at all.
Fortunately, God blesses your Emma, and this child undoubtedly has strong and healthy genes.
You touched Emma with relief, and felt really sorry for Matilda's experience.
"Ms. Lu Kang... As a mother, I understand how you feel... But... since it's unavoidable, you should take care of yourself first..."
You turned your head warily to look at the door, then glanced at the windowsill, then leaned closer to Matilda, lowered your voice as much as possible, and quickly told her the truth.
"In May, I went to Rouen and met Roger. He is safe. Lola is being cared for by the nuns at Sainte-Marie's Orphanage and is doing well. Bayeux has been recaptured, and I believe you will be able to see each other soon. Since Nicholas has registered, he will definitely be able to return to you."
"Madam..." Something called faith returned to Matilda's dull eyes.
She squeezed your hand tightly, "Thank you, thank you so much."
After saying goodbye to Matilda, you prepared to leave the hospital with Emma, and happened to meet a group of wounded people being sent to Montmartre.
In just a few minutes, the beds in the hospital were full, and the wounded who were carried in later had to be placed on the floor along with the stretchers. In addition to the strong smell of blood, there was also a burning smell in the air.
You stopped for a moment, your eyes fixed on the orderly first aid, watching the nurse clean the wound, cut off the necrotic tissue, and then bandage the wound and tie a skilled knot.
You suddenly remembered a question you had seen before: if you traveled through time, what could you do with the major you studied?
You only studied chemistry for less than six months at the University of Paris. Are you going to make explosives? For the Allies or the Empire? That seems like a question...
Wait, stop thinking about these useless things, Ina, you will be able to go home with Emma soon...
When you came to your senses, you looked around but couldn't find that little figure, and you were immediately confused.
system?
[Host, don't panic. Your child is now in the corridor of the hospital garden.]
When you arrived at the hospital garden, you found Emma chatting and laughing with a woman sitting on a wooden chair in the corridor. The two people, one big and one small, seemed to have endless things to say.
"Emma!"
Emma turned and waved at you, "Mom—"
"My baby, next time you go somewhere, tell me first, otherwise I'll be worried if I can't see Emma."
You quickly ran over and picked up Emma, kissing her. You were worried that something might happen to Emma again, but you also secretly blamed yourself for being distracted and not keeping an eye on her regardless of the situation.
"You are so lucky to have such an angelic child," the woman said in French.
You shifted your gaze to the woman in front of you, who looked to be under thirty years old.
She had flowing short red hair and blue-gray pupils. She sat in the corridor facing the light. Her big eyes were extremely bright and full of innocence like a child, but she smelled of alcohol.
"Thanks."
You smiled warily, not wanting to have any more involvement with the Frenchman. When you turned around to leave, you heard the other party's anxious explanation in a very hoarse voice.
"I mean no harm. When I was eighteen, I had a daughter who looked just like your child. But I lost her. She died before she was three."
Eighteen years old...
You thought of your Lai.
Died before the age of three...
You hugged Emma, whom you almost lost.
You turned around holding Emma. The woman clenched her fists in front of her chest, her two long, dark eyebrows arched downwards, and the heart-wrenching separation in the past bent her thin back.
"I'm deeply sorry for what happened to you. But... I hope you won't dwell on the past and move on..."
You think she's telling the truth. You understand the pain of losing a child, and you sincerely offer comfort to this poor mother, but you're afraid she might feel offended, so you hold back.
"Little Skylark, don't cry..."
Emma's French became more and more fluent. She twisted her body restlessly in your arms. If you didn't hold her tight, she would jump out of your arms and quickly run to the "little skylark" she called her.
"Oh, my little angel, you really are like my Emma. I wish I could see you every day." The woman picked up Emma and rubbed her cheek against hers.
"We'll have a chance to meet again," you smiled politely at the woman again. After all, she was a French stranger, so you didn't respond much, and then made a pretended angry expression towards Emma.
"Emma, Uncle Yuri is still waiting for us outside. We have to go home."
Emma was still on the same page with her mother. Even though she was unwilling, she still pouted and stretched out her chubby hand to you in the woman's arms. You took her in.
The woman reluctantly let go of Emma, and seeing that you were about to leave, she hurriedly took out a wallet from the inside pocket of her coat. After opening it, she held it in both hands almost reverently, showing you her ID.
"I live in Montmartre. If you like art and pay attention to music, you may have heard my songs."
Those big blue-gray eyes staring at you, sunken in the brow, are so timid, so pleading, and yet so inexplicably familiar. You may have seen these eyes in an old movie before.
"My name is Edith Piaf."
It wasn't until you heard her say her own name that you finally couldn't help but let out a surprised exclamation.
For a moment, you seem to see one day three years later, this legendary and great woman standing in a world-class music hall, pondering:
"His lips kiss my eyes/A smile flickers across his lips/This is his original image/This man, I belong to him/When he holds me in his arms/Whispers to me/I see a life full of roses..."
Endless affection flows slowly along with the familiar melody, filling the heart with tenderness and nourishment.
You took a deep breath, your eyes filled with shock. "Yes, I... I once heard you sing a chanson on the radio. It was like heavenly music..."
Singing has given her a new life, and any praise for her singing is an affirmation of her life value.
Piaf straightened her back proudly, but her eyes suddenly stopped at a certain position behind you. You clearly saw her eyes change from surprise and fear to false intimacy.
You followed her gaze and turned around. Emma, who was in her mother's arms, waved her hands with joy when she saw the person coming.
Edith Piaf, the queen of French chanson, a national treasure singer, and her famous representative work is "La Vie en Rose".
I can't write about the abuse orz, so I returned Emma to Ina. The male protagonist's actions in the previous chapter had to be changed to deceiving Ina. For the sake of his wife and children, I will let his character image be ooc for a while.
The next chapter is the turning point of the novel!!
The Easter egg is a preview of the next chapter
Red heart is the driving force of renewalbr>
No gift record
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