The story begins, and they are destined to meet again and again. Facing the pure and intelligent girl, his heart began to melt slowly, and his indifferent eyes finally began to show warmth towards the beloved girl. But under the arrogant appearance, there is a shy heart hidden. Every time he met before everyone, he could only send a polite greeting, and then stared at her as if his eyes were going into her heart. Because of the misunderstanding, the girl ignored the warmth in those eyes, even disgusted. He didn't know.
The long-deposited volcano finally erupted. On that rainy spring day, he was soaked, twitching his shoulders, and shouted his love to her who was also soaked. He is still that arrogant prince, even when he confessed, he still does not change his usual words and demeanor. However, the misunderstanding has not been eliminated, and the girl rejected him without thinking. When he heard the girl's accusation against him, his eyes suddenly lost their former look. My God, if he were more careful and noticed the strange look in the girl's eyes, he wouldn't be where he is today. At this time, how much he hates his own reticent character, hates his arrogance, even hates his shyness, he hates everything about himself! But he didn't add a word. I will explain it to you in the future. After speaking, he turned and ran into the rain without looking back.
After that, he buried his deep love in his heart, and when he met again unexpectedly, the girl ran out because of embarrassment. When his eyes lit up, he chased him out without even thinking about it, but when he faced her, nothing but a polite greeting Besides, nothing else was mentioned, it seems that nothing happened. Only the light bursting out of the eyes remained as warm as ever.
He silently did one thing after another for her. He helped the girl find a sister who eloped with others, and assumed all the expenses, so that she could have a decent wedding; he made up for mistakes in judgment he had made in the past, and contributed to a happy marriage between his friend and the girl's sister. The girl finally understood what he had done and what kind of heart was hidden under that proud appearance. When the girl thanked him guiltily, he just said briefly, I hope you are happy. After speaking, she smiled and looked at her-the first time I saw him smile, that expression was clearly willing to give her the whole world.
He was a Victorian English gentleman with deep eyes and sword eyebrows, sharp edges and corners, arrogant and unsmiling, with a cold appearance, cold fingertips, and a fiery heart. When that early morning, he walked out of the fog, with black hair scattered on his forehead, like an elf who strayed into the world, his eyes were not at all confused, but he insisted on shooting to one side--the direction where she was. At that time, I remembered this name-Darcy.
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