"I hate rainy days in London.
A piece of rain and mist was blown over by the wind, blocking my view of the window. The roar of the wind could be heard in the distance, shrill and long, as if an angry devil was cursing this terrible world. This sound made me feel disgusted. Fortunately, it disappeared quickly, but I knew that it was like a little devil dormant in a dark and hidden corner. I don't know when it will appear like a ghost and scare you again with its fangs and claws. "
A sudden death made Annette Conslee the sole heir to such a large fortune, and she was truly alone in the world.
A name, a diary, a past event, a tragedy.
Thornfield's buried secrets were uncovered and brought to light, but she found herself trapped in another whirlpool of deception.
History is always surprisingly similar.
This article is not included in V, so you can read it with confidence.
I would like to dedicate this article to my little gay friend Ann, who gave me the initial support.