Angela and Charles IX

On a spacious street, the cold raindrops hit the bluestone on the road. In the rain, a petite figure stood dimly. Rain and tears streaked across her face silently. The girl did not speak and stood quietly, letting the rain pass through her beautiful red hair and wet her dress. After a while, the girl slowly raised her head, a pair of lifeless eyes full of despair, and her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end the figure became blurry. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.