Chapter 523

School. Madeleine looked at the familiar playground, at the few people running under the dim light. The light in the lecture classroom was still dim, and the old desks and chairs have always remained unchanged. The ground was very clean, as if it could not be tainted by a single dust particle. On the stage, she once stood there, shining brightly. "That year, when I performed on the stage, I danced a solo, the Swan." Madeleine took to the stage, reminiscing about her past dance steps, gently getting familiar with the pace. Her shape and temperament were far superior, she was like the white moon of the high mountains, like the wave light on the sea surface. She was born to be a proud princess, who should never lower her noble head even in the mud. Beckett sat below the stage, seemingly watching a tender white rose, from sprouting, to blooming, to withering, and then rejuvenating. The current Madeleine, was his rose. The rose was no longer pure white, but it was a hot and dazzling red. Sh