The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace performed well in the meeting many times, which not only gained him personal popularity, but also made Konstantinos feel satisfied and reassured with him.

Grace is finally able to attend the political dinner outside the meeting, which means he can get in touch with more important people.

When Konstantinus came in, the maid was applying rouge to Grace's cheeks, and Konstantinus stood aside with his hands behind his back and watched.

The young girl already knew that Grace was not as indifferent as he seemed, and she was even less afraid of the "loving and just" Konstantinos, dressing up for Grace while talking casually.

She said that Grace was so pale because she ate too little, and that his hair was too short, or how beautiful it would be if it could be braided with such a beautiful color.

She likes Grace and tries her best to make Grace look more beautiful.She put a touch of pink on Grace's cheekbones, and although she didn't know what Grace looked like when she smiled, she hoped that if Grace smiled, there would be a nice blush on her cheeks.She also sewed delicate lace on the revolutionary badge that Grace wore on her chest, and put a garland of fresh flowers on his head.

Grace saw the tulips on the wreath through the mirror, and she felt a sharp pain in her chest, and wanted to take them off.

"Wear it." Konstantinos said from the side, the same tone as he spoke in public, flat, brief, and unquestionable.

After their reunion, Grace had only seen anger on Konstantinos's face once.After that, this hypocritical face only shows emotion in speeches and speeches.Konstantinos seems to have poured all his passion into politics.

He also deliberately kept his distance from Grace.Grace knew that he was avoiding such an ugly appearance in front of her again, although from time to time, he would still see the beast-like desire in those gloomy eyes.But Konstantinos restrained himself every time.

This is a good thing for Grace, as he discovers that he can never be ready.

In public, Konstantinos would declare his ownership of the "Goddess of Democracy."

He walked into the banquet hall on Grace's arm.

High floured wigs became real hair, mushroom skirts became Roman dresses, tights and high-heeled shoes became trousers and boots, jewelry became revolutionary badges; music was no longer divided into three Chapters, dance steps have become simpler, food processes have been significantly reduced, and desserts are no longer so decorated; people no longer call each other "Mr." and "Madam", but become "male citizen" and "female citizen ".

But this banquet is the same as the previous palace banquet in Grace's view: power, politics, ambition, desire.

Because the true democratic heroes are dead, the scammers keep coming.