At the count's manor along the Rhine River in the early 19th century, she met him at the most inappropriate time and identity...
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Rosabell, a mixed-race Gypsy and German girl, returned to the Earl's mansion where her father grew up only when she was sixteen years old.
"Will this make you happy?"
Whenever she chooses to embark on her own path in life and has to leave his side; he will always ask this in a kind tone like an elder.
"Yes." She always nodded and answered affirmatively.
Then, he would always put on a happy smile and say softly: "Okay, as long as you are happy."
She would never forget his black eyes as gentle as starlight, his smile as warm as a cup of steaming black coffee on a winter night, and his embrace as broad and solid as the calm, calm summer ocean under the bright sunshine.
However, she can only be like a confused and tired lost bird. No matter how hard I try to fly and search everywhere, trying to fly back to the warm clear sky where he exists, I am always driven further away from him by the ruthless wind and fog.
"Leo, my lion." She looked at him sadly, "Why does my love always fail to make you happy, but instead makes you sad?"
"Rosabell, my rose." He looked at her tenderly, "You will never make me sad. As long as you live happily in a corner of the world, whether I see you or not, you will make me feel very happy."
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Super cute article! So long ago!