looking into each other''s eyes or gazing at their hands interlaced.
He read that Ode to Lady Liberty to her personally.
"Oh, how happy I am! I did never truly live until I had you!" Edith looked up at the starry sky, moved to tears.
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In May, Andre was selected into the Commitee of General Security.①
Edith and Margot warmly congratulated him, while Philippe admired and became loyal to him doubly.
However, after taking on this responsibility, he became busier and busier, sometimes working fifteen or sixteen hours a day, leaving hardly time for meals and sleep.
At night, he hurried out of the committee, lifted the d□□s of the carriage, and saw Edith sitting inside, as if he had received a mysterious and precious gift.
Without saying a word, he threw the documents under his arms into the carriage and climbed up, pressing his lips against hers.
"I worry very much about your health, and so is Auntie," she leaned against his arms and said. "Your eyes are all bloodshot! But you have just recovered."
"The republic needs me. Haven''t you heard that? ''A revolutionary only finds rest in his grave''." He whispered in her ear.
"You are always so busy, I am even ashamed to ask you for love anymore! I''m afraid it will add your burden."
He smiled and smoothed his lover''s anxiety with one kiss after another. "Your embrace will only give me the sweetest rest, angel."
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The room was quiet, everyone asleep. Edith became bold and as she said goodbye to Andre at the door of his bedroom, they exchanged a passionate kiss once more.
However, when she tiptoed back to her own room, she saw her sister Margot sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for her.
"You and Andre are in love, right?" Margot asked.
"You saw it, Margot!" Edith whispered flurriedly.
"I didn''t see anything!" Margot denied hastily with a blush. "But I''ve already sensed it. Did you think you were able to hide it from your sister, Edith?"
Edith stood in front of her sister like a child who had done something wrong, exchanging her two feet uneasily.
Margot''s voice softened: "Of course I won''t blame you for that. Andre is a