Give it to that girl
To the girl who was submerged in the depths of history
To the girl who was submerged in the depths of history but always maintained the light of the revolutionaries
Story introduction: During the British bourgeois revolution in the 15th century, numerous bones were buried under the wave of uprisings. During an uprising, Marshall Black, the father of thirteen-year-old Lilith, left her forever. As a young girl who received revolutionary education from an early age, she decided to go alone to Italy, the Holy Land of Renaissance in her mind. There she gradually realized the value of a revolutionary soul, and at this time, she met a man who could change the trajectory and direction of her life - Giotto Vongola.
BGM：yesterday once more
This story is dedicated to those who have struggled for their ideals,
For those who continue to welcome the light and grow even in the face of adversity.
READING ATTENTION PLEASE
1. This article adheres to 1VS1. If you want to see NP, please go out and turn left.
2. This article is mainly inspirational and has little to do with the original work.
3. The ending will definitely be HE, but the price may be high.
4. If there is any deviation from the actual history or the original work, please do not delve into it for your own research.
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"I believe there is always sunshine under the smoke."
She opened her black, clear eyes wide, and the sunlight passed through thinly and clearly like a stream of light, casting a mottled shadow. The reflection made her face flicker, but it couldn't cover the clear smile that seemed to be able to dispel the gloom. Giotto stared blankly at the dirty girl who seemed to be emitting light for a moment, and seemed to see for a moment the black smoke clouds that shrouded Italy with the moisture that had not dispersed for a long time.
"She was a person with the soul of a fifteenth-century revolutionary."
Giotto saw Cozart's slightly narrowed eyes, which seemed to be unpredictable yet flickering. Far away in England, the air above London seemed to be exuding poisonous air mixed with tobacco smoke. And under the tall chimney, there will always be old Blake looking lovingly at Lilith and Giotto, as well as everyone in the world who is dedicated to their ideals. Lilith understands, Giotto understands, everyone understands.