morals deserve liberty?"
"I do love the self-denial and gravitas in you, but that''s because they are a part of you, so I love them. But you cannot demand everyone to adhere to this Stoic virtue! Don''t you think you are too conceited now?"
Andre looked ahead and muttered in a low voice, "Can''t do it? Then just wipe out."
The gloominess in his tone sent shivers down Edith''s spine. She abruptly pushed him away and moved closer towards the window, "How did you become like this, Andre?"
"You don''t understand." He shook his head, still without looking at her, his voice deep and despondent, "You don''t understand anything."
Edith was completely provoked by this attitude of his, "Yes, I don''t understand anything! You didn''t even give me a chance to understand! If I can''t see the more complex and grand aspects of your story, it''s because you all don''t allow me to see them! And in the end, you are accusing me of being ignorant and mock how narrow my world is?"
Before she finished her words, she felt a sudden soreness in her eyes, so she pounded hard on the carriage frame and screamed forward, "Stop, stop!"
Before the carriage came to a complete halt, Edith jumped out in a hurry and almost tripped over her own skirt. As soon as she steadied herself, she lifted the hem of her dress and ran into the darkness ahead with indignant fast steps.
Andre''s arm lifted slightly from the seat, but didn''t stop her in the end.
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On this dreary evening, Edith sat on her couch, flicking through the journal restlessly. Suddenly, a timid knock came from the outer room, like a puff of feeble cough.
Standing outside the door was a young woman dressed modestly, with a plump figure yet swollen cheeks and poor complexion. She wore a large gray merino cloak and a dark blue old-fashioned hood that covered her entire head, with a few strands of messy blonde hair poking out. Despite being wrapped up so tightly, the woman occasionally pulled the hood forward to further conceal her face.
Seeing her evasive behaviour, Edith couldn''t help but become wary.
The woman lifted her red, puffy eyes to Edith, her voice choked with sobs, as if she had just been crying: "Citi