''s house, a cold winter rain began to fall from the sky.

Edith had been hiding under a narrow eave by the roadside, but seeing the rain only grow fiercer, she gritted her teeth and stepped into the downpour.

However, in an instant, the rain above her head ceased. She found herself enveloped in a warm, dry scope.

Without turning around, she could guess the identity of the person behind her from the scent.

"Citizen, thou art impeding a patriot''s liberty to embrace the rain," the girl said with solemnity.

A low, muffled laugh came from behind. "Shall I move the umbrella away then?"

Edith ignored him and quickened her pace forward. Andre hurriedly caught up with her holding up the umbrella.

"I''m glad you finally addressed me as ''thou''," the young man''s voice sounded fuzzy through the curtain of rain. "Is that a sign of reconciliation, or simply to comply with principles of the revolution?"

"You think too much. Obviously it''s the latter," Edith said proudly without looking back.

"It seems that I have grown complacent too soon." Andre sighed with a bitter smile. " I actually start to miss the old customs before the reforms. After all, I am too dull to sense your changing attitude immediately. Besides, if you address everyone as ''thou'', it would fail to reflect my uniqueness."

"Several years have past, it seems you have learned the art of flattery! " she remarked displeased, her gaze fixed on his soaking wet cheeks. "But, upon closer inspection, you really haven''t changed a bit!"

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