The Phantom of the Opera Music Angel

Darlene sat quietly.

Eric sat on the other side, head bowed, carefully removing thorns from roses with a small knife.

One by one, the tiny thorns fell to the ground.

Eric looked focused, with rare tenderness on his face.

He picked up a black ribbon casually, and tied a beautiful bow on the thornless rose branch.

Then got up and left with the rose.

He didn't say a word to Darlene the whole time.

He is so focused.So that you can't see everything around you.He only had eyes for the rose.

A fool in love.

When he was far away, Darlene slowly put away those thorns, her eyes were deep.

Eric.Roses are a symbol of love.

Incomplete rose.incomplete love.

You gave her a rose without thorns—oh, I have to say you were really kind to her.It's just, a rose without thorns, an incomplete love, if you give so blindly, is that still true love?

She only indulges in your rose without thorns.But you forgot that you are actually covered in thorns all over your body.

Put away those thorns carefully.

Your love, the half with thorns, I want it.

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"Viscount, Viscount!" Richard and Andre followed behind Raul who was walking hurriedly, nodding and bowing, "Miss Daye is our newly discovered genius! I can introduce her to you!"

Raul looked back, his light blue eyes with concealed eagerness and genuine friendliness: "Thank you, but I would like to visit her in person, thank you." He held a large bundle of roses in his arms.

Richard and Andre looked at each other.

"They seem to be old acquaintances?"

"Who knows?"

When Raul pushed open the door of the dressing room, he saw a girl in white sitting in front of the mirror with her back to him.Warmth permeates his heart, and all the long-term memories emerge at this moment.

"Little Lottie, who thinks all day long, does she like dolls, or goblins, or shoes?"

"Raul!" Christine recognized him almost immediately, and pressed her chest happily.

"—or riddles, chocolates, or beautiful clothes?" Lauer finished his childhood story with a smile, "Hey, little Lottie, where is your red scarf?"

"What?" Christine didn't recover for a moment.

"You won't lose it, will you?" Raul made an exaggerated expression of disappointment, "I was 14 years old, and I was soaked..."

"Because you jumped into the sea to get my red scarf!" Christine laughed happily, "Raul!"

Raul stepped forward quickly and held Christine tightly in his arms: "I didn't expect to see you here!" Then he handed her the large bouquet of roses.It was found that there was already a black silk rose lying on the table.

Christine was immersed in joy, and when she took over the large bouquet of roses, she was pricked by a thorn and didn't feel it.

"Remember, Raul. We had lunch in the attic. Father played the violin..."

"We are telling each other the dark myths of Nordic." Raul took it with a smile, "Is this your favorite thing to hear?"

"No, Raul, you remember wrongly." Christine pouted mischievously, "Little Lottie's favorite is the musical angel! - Raul, my father told me before he died that he would send a A music angel came to me, and, Raul, the music angel really came!" Her tone was a little excited.

"No doubt." Viscount Charney replied humorously, "but, my dear, I think we must have dinner."

Christine smiled: "No, Raul, Music Angel is very strict, I have to wait for him to come and teach..."

"Okay, it won't take up too much of your time." Raul said in a coaxing tone, "Go and change quickly, and I'll prepare the carriage." After saying that, he ran out excitedly.

"Raul, wait!" Christine didn't stop him.

At this moment, a low, angry male voice sounded from the dressing room.

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