The Unveiled Soul
And only that brown dress, too simple and pale, reminded that she was a simple person.
Looking at him, both surprised and a little anxious, her long, thin fingers wrapped around the ends of a shawl. The raindrops covered her with their magic, but that didn't make her any less beautiful.
Adelard was unable to say anything, just took off his hat and just as abruptly, unexpectedly for both, suddenly knelt down. More precisely, he fell powerlessly. Throwing his head back, his long hair hung down like a waterfall from behind. His eyes were drawn to her, and they begged her for something.
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