He laughed, and laughed so happily. His smile made Zhiyun's vision briefly dazed. Doctor Han had laughed like this before, and laughed so happily that it disturbed her heart.
Zhiyun withdrew her gaze and no longer looked at him directly.
She never ate a single piece of the fish on the plate.
He didn't force her to eat, but just picked up the fish meat for her. Even if it was piled up into a small hill, she didn't touch it with her chopsticks.
For Zhiyun, seven days passed very slowly, as if the speed limit had been pressed.
Every day that passed felt like a century, but when she opened her eyes in the morning, it was only the next day.
Louis would not come to her living room at night; they only saw each other during the day.
The grass in the front garden is green and lush.
As soon as Zhiyun came out, she saw groups of people busy outside, and she didn't know what they were busy with.
Zhiyun was wearing a long skirt. The morning air was cold, so she put on a shawl.
When the servants saw her, they all addressed her respectfully as "Miss Lizhi."
Zhiyun is not used to this name, but from today on, everyone here will call her Lizhi, and she is now Lizhi.
"What are you busy with?" she asked casually.
"This is what Lord Louis asked us to prepare. Miss Riori, please take a look." The servant made way.
Zhiyun slowly walked forward and saw drawing paper and a drawing board, as well as rich paints. All the tools needed for painting were ready. Zhiyun asked, "Does he want to paint?"
"Yes Miss Rori, Master Louis wants to paint a picture for you."
He is quite leisurely.
But Zhiyun was not in the mood at all. "I'm busy." She turned around and was about to go in when she heard Louis' voice not far away.
"Ali."
He came over.
He was dressed very formally today, the most formal Zhiyun had ever seen him dressed.
Brown riding boots wrapped around his long legs, and he wore a white and brown British-style uniform with intricate lace on the cuffs and collar. A golden chain hung from his chest, hanging on the buttons. The bow tie, brooch, and cufflinks were all symbols of nobility.
This is what royalty wears.
Zhiyun had seen quite a few of them. Last time at the coronation ceremony, she had seen Lady Laura's husband, the Duke, wearing the same outfit.
Zhiyun hesitated and said, "Lord Duke Louis?"
"Ali is so smart." He walked over with a smile, bringing with him the breeze and bright moon.
"Are you the Duke?" Zhiyun really didn't expect it.
Before he could say anything, Zhiyun asked again, "When the Queen was on the throne, weren't there two Princes? Murshidi, and Louis, aren't you also a Prince?"
"Ali, there is only one His Royal Highness the Prince, and I am your First Duke," said Louis.
"The First Duke..."
"Yes." He walked over and took her hand. Just when Zhiyun subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, he immediately squeezed her hand tightly, "Ali, come here."
He took her hand and went to sit down.
Zhiyun remembered and his shoulder was pressed by him, "Sit here."
This is a freestanding sofa.
The width can accommodate two people, but in fact, this is a sofa that can only seat one person. Both sides and the back of the sofa are covered with Louis XVI red roses, and the bright red roses surround the woven clouds.
She sat on the sofa, like a noble white swan.
A servant came forward with a crown.
Louis picked up the crown and prepared to put it on Zhiyun's head. Zhiyun instinctively did not dodge and let him put the crown on her head.
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