s during the winter, several of which in rotation.
The mob that confiscated their family''s property said these luxurious blankets would be turned into coats for soldiers in the north. Now, he could only watch his sister suffer from hunger and cold, powerless to do anything.
Ironically, it was just at the beginning of the year when the revolution broke out that he had inherited his title from his deceased father.
In just one short year, everything had turned upside down, what was once his glory had become a source of shame. It was not appropriate to condemn him for his prostration.
Edith felt that she had touched on Raphael''s sensitive nerve, so she changed the topic to something lighter, encouraging Charlene to talk about her chemistry.
As Edith spoke, Raphael lifted his head and gazed at her intently, as if he were beholding a priceless treasure.
As soon as she finished speaking, he blurted out, "Your voice is like music when you speak!"
At times like this, Edith always felt sort of uncomfortable. She sensed that the former aristocracy young man was not paying attention to what she was saying.
Out of either a sense of tentativeness or vindictiveness, Edith began to expound on theories and the latest news of the revolution.
Charlene listened earnestly as usual to her admired friend, without much particular reaction.
Yet Raphael''s gaze gradually lowered, a melancholy shadow crept over his forehead.
It is worth noting that this beautiful young man, with his blonde hair and blue eyes, resembled Andre a lot in both appearance and age. However, his face shape was a bit shorter, the lower lip slightly thicker, and his eyes were poet-like, easy to reveal a sombre expression, giving his face a strong air of old nobility.
If the flames of dawn burned in Andre''s eyes, then in Raphael''s gaze rippled the bluish waves of autumn.
When Edith spoke of "smashing the conspiracy of the aristocrats," he could no longer bear it, raising such a pair of eyes to her with an almost pleading look.
She stopped talking. The silent air was oppressive.
"Excuse me," Raphael said, feeling that his staying here would only make the two of them uneasy, and took his leave