[Pride and Prejudice] Liz's Little Vest

Whether it is a hallucination or a dream, the picture of Elizabeth leaning wet on the pavilion pillar has a strong visual impact.

Darcy felt that his body could not be controlled, and he ran to the pavilion tens of meters away, and his dry clothes were instantly soaked.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet, it's really you!"

"Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth turned round in surprise.When the rain was like a battlefield, she saluted comically like a wounded soldier.

In Darcy's eyes, such an appropriate move meant deliberate alienation. He smiled wryly, moved his lips, but couldn't speak.

He fantasized countless times about reconciliation with Miss Elizabeth, some in the streets of Meryton, some by chance in the fields of Longbourne, but most of them were sunny, and the weather was fine at worst.He had never expected such a scene of torrential rain.

What's even more ridiculous and sad is that his damn pride made him unable to say sorry at this moment.

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In fact, Elizabeth thought exactly the opposite at this time. She saw Darcy running to her from tens of meters away in the rain, with undisguised concern in his cold expression, and suddenly felt a little moved.

His hair was as wet and messy as a sparrow's nest. With his anxious eyes and slightly paralyzed expression, it was a unique messy beauty.

The front side of the clothes was completely soaked, but the back side was almost dry, which showed how fast he was running just now - just because he saw her.

Elizabeth looked at Darcy who was struggling to speak, but seemed to be in a dilemma, and blinked playfully.

"What troubles you so much, Mr. Darcy?"

Elizabeth's question made Darcy even more ashamed, as if someone had discovered the secret hidden in his heart, he