.

As soon as she finished speaking, he blurted out, "Your voice is like music when you speak!"

At times like this, Edith always felt sort of uncomfortable. She sensed that the former aristocracy young man was not paying attention to what she was saying.

Out of either a sense of tentativeness or vindictiveness, Edith began to expound on theories and the latest news of the revolution.

Charlene listened earnestly as usual to her admired friend, without much particular reaction.

Yet Raphael''s gaze gradually lowered, a melancholy shadow crept over his forehead.

It is worth noting that this beautiful young man, with his blonde hair and blue eyes, resembled Andre a lot in both appearance and age. However, his face shape was a bit shorter, the lower lip slightly thicker, and his eyes were poet-like, easy to reveal a sombre expression, giving his face a strong air of old nobility.

If the flames of dawn burned in Andre''s eyes, then in Raphael''s gaze rippled the bluish waves of autumn.

When Edith spoke of "smashing the conspiracy of the aristocrats," he could no longer bear it, raising such a pair of eyes to her with an almost pleading look.

She stopped talking. The silent air was oppressive.

"Excuse me," Raphael said, feeling that his staying here would only make the two of them uneasy, and took his leave on his own initiative.

The lassies sympathetically watched his back as he left the room.

He was still dressed in the fashion of the past – a flashy lantern-sleeved white shirt with nob