Just a few more steps.
After a turn, you will see the side courtyard.
She blinked.
"Not far, ma'am."
Hilda shook her head and reached out to gently touch the mottled wall under the arch of the covered bridge.
"When I first came here, the bricks and stones here didn't have these mottled traces of time."
Hilda lowered her eyes and looked at the light yellow dress she had worn before her marriage.
Why not a floor-length style?
Because it is a dance dress.
"I am no longer young. Now I can only watch the throbbing, anxiety, joy and happiness of you young people. I can no longer dance the dance of love. If I mention this to my dear, he will definitely laugh at me, right?"
"Lord Philip seems to be very fond of Madam. If you mention it, he will definitely agree."
Hilda chuckled.
"Spoil me? I haven't heard this word for a long time. Well, actually I can't bring myself to do it. After all, I'm already old..."
"Mom was once a girl, too."
The footsteps stopped, Hilda was stunned, and looked down at Sylphy.
The latter had raised his head at some point and was looking at Hilda.
The two looked at each other for a moment.
After a while, Hilda blinked, tilted her head and smiled.
"Where did you get that? Doesn't it sound like Lu Fei would be talking about your magic teacher?"
This is not a question, but more like a sigh.
Therefore, Hilda did not wait for a response while speaking.
She blinked and looked down at her skirt again.
I saw Alan and Alice dancing today at a birthday party.
That should be satisfying, isn't it?
Even though she was looking at them from a distance, she felt like she was making up for a tenth birthday party for her child.
Then, don't look sad, smile more. This way you won't look so gloomy and look like an old woman.
You should be happy, right?
She smiled with her eyebrows curved.
lightly.
She reached out and grabbed the hem of her skirt.
Step by step, taking slow and small steps.
"Tap tap" "Tap tap".
There was a faint sound of footsteps under the covered bridge.
Seeing this, Sylphy slowly smiled, her eyes twinkling, and she reached out and grabbed Hilda's hand.
While supporting her, he also acted as her backup dancer.
They were both very reserved and took slow steps.
Looking at each other and smiling.
He walked forward from under the covered bridge.
Under the covered bridge.
The hems of the goose yellow dance skirt and the moon-white evening gown swayed.
Collision, creating two beautiful flower swirls.
Just a few steps and you're out from under the covered bridge.
At this moment, the moonlight fell from the sky into the side courtyard of Boreas.
The moonlight shines on the goose yellow skirt, creating a hazy light.
Hilda stopped, squinting at the slowly falling hem of her skirt, and looked up at Sylphy's face.
"Thank you, Lufei."
The voice stopped abruptly before it even rose.
Under the moonlight, Sylphy's smile blossomed, very bright, and she looked very satisfied.
But her lips were pursed, showing some sadness and aggrieved.
She is empathizing.
But he didn't look at himself, he just tilted his head to look at the outer wall of the covered bridge outside his field of vision.
Something flickered in his eyes.
Hilda blinked subconsciously and followed her gaze.
But his body stiffened.
Not far away.
In sight.
She had been looking for the figure for a long time, and there he stood.
The moonlight fell from the clouds and landed on his face.
Alan.
Subconsciously, Hilda let go of Sylphy's hand and took two steps forward.
Then he stopped.
She looked at Allen, as if she realized something was wrong, and seemed to have taken a step without knowing it. She turned her head blankly to look at Sylphy behind her. Just as she was about to say something, she heard footsteps beside her.
Turn your head.
Alan walked over in the moonlight.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Then it stopped in front of Hilda.
The mouth, which was usually very good at speaking nice words, opened several times, but nothing came out.
He just took a deep breath, as if to cheer himself up.
Then, he gently stretched out his hand and placed it in front of him.
This is an invitation to dance.
She danced very well at the banquet, but now she couldn't even raise her hand in an invitation gesture.
They all seem a bit 'clumsy' and not very 'good at' it.
Hilda stared at her child blankly, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but tremble slightly, her brows frowned and relaxed. It was obvious that she was deliberately lured here after the dinner, and the action was premeditated in advance. She could hardly control her expression and emotions. A sense of "expectation" flashed through her mind, but she was still afraid that this was just an "illusion" that had lasted for twelve years.
Hilda turned her head helplessly and looked again at the person who in her eyes was the instigator of all this.
Sylphy just turned slightly, stood aside, and tilted her head to look at Hilda and Allen.
His eyes were flickering with emotions.
He said for Alan what he had been thinking but couldn't say.
"Alan wants to invite you to dance, so please let me bring you here."
"Mom was once a girl, too."
"That's not what the teacher said."
Sylphy looked at Hilda and hummed softly, yet with a convincing sense of power.
"That's what Alan said."
"I just repeat it at the right time."
Hilda's face froze, and then she became flustered.
Her thoughts were in a mess and she felt like she was floating on the clouds, with no sense of groundedness.
But at some point, she had already placed her hand on Alan's.
Without knowing when, the two of them had started a somewhat 'awkward' dance.
In Sylphy's reddish-brown eyes, the two of them walked in a disorderly manner and moved slowly.
It doesn't look like she has the ability to be a 'dance teacher' for the others.
But it is a real hug.
It was a hug that was twelve years late.
The dance was over quickly.
The slow pace made the distance between the two people not far enough.
It is precisely because of this that it is easy to see some things clearly.
Alan scratched his face, feeling a little embarrassed, but he did not hesitate. He took out something from the inside of his open dress and held it carefully in his hand.
Stretch out and raise.
Handed it over slowly.
Hilda looked down subconsciously, but felt that the moonlight reflected on her was blurry and unclear.
At this moment, a thin flame rose from the ground not far away and was sent into the night sky by precisely controlled magic power.
Break apart and turn into silent fireworks.
The atmosphere at this moment does not need the sound of explosions to create a sense of atmosphere.
The firelight was enough to illuminate everyone's eyes.
Not far away, Rudy smiled and raised his index finger to the sky, while next to him, Alice stared blankly at the interaction between Alan and her mother.
At this moment, in her sight.
Hilda's hand finally covered her mouth.
Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped between her fingers.
Draw crystal lines in the air.
She tried to speak several times but couldn't utter a word. She just kept sobbing.
Look at Alan's hands.
Look at what's in Alan's hand.
But, her eyes.
But it is more gorgeous than fireworks.
Say everything you want to say.
In sight.
Allen's hands.
It is an exquisitely painted 'hand-made'——
Alan sat in the chair on the left, squinting and smiling, looking natural.
Alice stood on the right side with her arms folded across her chest, the corners of her mouth raised and her eyebrows flying.
Behind them.
Hilda's face was gentle, and she bent down slightly.
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