Arthur turned his head and winked at Miss Dresset, smiling and shaking his head slightly, "Don't you think being the moon is happier than being the sun?"
Miss Dresset furrowed her brows slightly, "Why would the moon be happier than the sun?"
Arthur put on his white gloves again, fastened his manners, and bowed slightly, "Because there are always stars accompanying the moon. If one becomes the sun, the sky seems lonely during the day. However, everyone desires to be the sun, but this is not their fault. As Voltaire said: To comfort our suffering in this world, Nature made us petty and frivolous."
Miss Dresset's heart was pounding, and although she hadn't drunk tonight, she felt her cheeks flush and her body warm.
Such elegant words, almost like those of a philosopher, or perhaps he is a philosopher.
Even if they were casual words, they sounded like love whispers.
