31 - Monsieur Chauvel
The Sylphide show I put up for Wei was so greatly done, I attracted the Opéra of Paris teacher and my only spectator, Wei Xiaojian. This one found me extra is a more... personal way. I shook my thought out of my head. I shouldn't think about this. We had a mission to accomplish, and I couldn't let this little incident ruin my whole life. Wei and I leaned against the windows of the bus stop, waiting to go to Francis Chauvel's house, for real this time. Wei Xiaojian watched intently the opérette, a joyful smile curling up his pink lips. He looked like a child lusting after a pastry shop. He should think about something else. He 'cute girl' didn't even exist after all. I tried to change the subject. "Poor Mr. Chauvel. He doesn't know his life is ending today." He took his time to regist
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