Françoise Montmartre had two secrets.
She is a "shadow" who hides under the aura of a famous painter and paints for him. She is a female painter who has accomplished nothing and will never accomplish anything.
She loved Jane Doyle, the dancer at the Moulin Rouge, even though she was snobbish, acerbic, greedy and vain, even though she was bossy and dismissive of her.
But she loved her so much that she fluttered into the flames like a moth without hesitation.
Jane Doyle also has two secrets.
She is a gaudy bitch who comes from the gutter. Her gorgeous skirt is crawling with lice. She comes from the deepest filth and goes to the deeper darkness.
She loved Françoise Montmartre, the wandering painter on the Montmartre Heights, even though she was silent, gloomy, living in a snail's nest all day long and impoverished, even though she never let the gaze staring at the sky stop on her.
But she loved deeply, like a pure water lily growing out of rotten mud.
We are all rooted in the dark sewer, the complex root system is rotting in the struggle for survival, and the soul is reduced to smoke in the open and secret struggle. But in this humble and dirty fate, I already have the most noble thing in the world.
——I still love you deeply.
Vanity Dancer × Shadow Painter, two imperfect ordinary people trying to fall in love
Note: This article does not contain mine clearance. Readers who need mine clearance or early warning should read with caution.
Intention: Growing up in the mud, you can also have the noblest love
