NovelOnlineChloe settled into her seat as the lights in the theater suddenly dimmed. The heavy red curtains on stage slowly parted, and the actors, dressed in their splendid costumes, made their grand entrance. It was a classic opera.
The sounds of instruments were like the howling wind beside the river, especially mournful. As the drumbeats quickened, the stage lights converged on female leader alone. She wore a magnificent costwith intricate headgear, her face a picture of tragic beauty and resolution. The haunting melody of being surrounded by enemies subtly played in the background.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe held a sharp sword, its blade gleaming in the faint candlelight. She slowly turned her back to her lover, her eyes full of despair and deep affection. With a heavy sigh, she suddenly raised the sword, positioning it at her neck in a decisive and tragic gesture. With a piercing cry, blood spurted out, staining her dress and the entire stage with red...
As the stage was engulfed in a sea of red, the heavy red curtains slowly fell, and the music gradually stopped.
Chloe was utterly shocked. The final scene, with blood splattering everywhere, was incredibly realistic. She wasn't very familiar with opera, but today's performance seemed to imprint itself deeply on her soul. By the end, she had even stood up without realizing it.
Chloe, heart pounding, turned to look at Claire. To her surprise, Claire's eyes were brimming with tears. Chloe was even more shocked. Although Claire always appeared gentle and elegant, Chloe knew she was a cold and heartless person. But at this moment, she seemed genuinely moved. Her eyes overflowed with endless sorrow and despair, as if she was actress on stage, surrounded by enemies, with death as her only escape.
Noticing Chloe's gaze, Claire lowered her head and took out a delicate silk handkerchief to wipe the tears from her eyes.
"Ms. Chloe, you've caughtin a rare moment Claire said, not velket bothering to hide her emotions. Chloe could detect the tremble her voice, as if she was still immersed in the performance, unable to extricate herself. Trying to offer scomfort, Chloe said, "It seems you have a tender heart." After drying her tears, Claire's demeanor changed instantly to her usual elegant but aloof smile. "Ms. Chloe, what did you think of the play?" she asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmChloe answered honestly, "Though I'm no connoisseur of opera, I was deeply moved." Claire then asked, "She dies, and her lover eventually takes his own life. I've always wondered, if he had chosen to live on, struggling to survive, would she, in the afterlife, have hated him?" Chloe saw the seriousness in Claire's expression and the complex
emotions in her eyes. She felt there was a deeper meaning to the m question but couldn't decipher it at the moment. Wary of potential implications, Chloe cautiously answered, "I don't know."
Claire gave a wry smile. When she looked up again, she had returned to her usual demeanor. Chloe didn't want to delve further into the topic of . The atmosphere was suffocating. She asked, "Did you invitehere just to watch the play with you?"
"Of course not," Claire responded, picking up her custom Hermes m handbag from the seat beside her. She X
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