Elizabeth's Attic

About This Novel

More than a century later, walking on the wet stone streets, walking up and down through the streets and alleys of Feilengcui, an ancient medieval city, the rain gently caressed my cheeks. The roses climbing up the wall are ancient and beautiful, with a fragrant and charming scent. The wind here seems to be green and the mist is pressing. In the distance, in the mist, you can vaguely see Robert wearing a tall hat and a strict suit. The petite Elizabeth is leaning on her arms. Her long black curly hair falls like a waterfall from the small hat that hugs her face, dancing in the wind. They walked away in front of the alley, laughing and whispering.

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