Some people are superficial, some people are all glitz and no substance; one day, you will meet someone as dazzling as a rainbow, and after you meet that person, everyone else will seem like fleeting clouds.
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Rona Sally leaned against the window.
Gazing at the vast, azure sea outside, she could almost hear the words Liszt once whispered to her at the height of their deepest affections.
It was already the second morning, and after breakfast, Roger Golden Wheat, who should have stayed another day, excused himself from Tulip Castle, citing urgent business matters.
Lady Marie and Levis tried their best to persuade him to stay, but ultimately, luggage was packed.
Liszt sat at the breakfast table, elegantly savoring his meal from beginning to end, bidding farewell with a smile, without a single word of persuasion. If he had said anything, Rona Sally didn't know whether she would have stayed regardless of everything, even if Roger urged her to leave.
