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"It's her."

The three leaders pointed to poetry and wine from across the street.

"Yasuma, speaks Japanese, or Chinese is fine too."

"Oh right."

Yongwu immediately switched languages ​​and grinned at Shiyujiu.

"bonjour. My name is Yongwu! I'm a friend of the Three Giants. Are you Poetry and Wine?"

"Ah."

"Wow, that's a great name!"

"Dance bravely."

The three leaders interrupted her, gesturing towards the door of the private room with their chins.

Where is Mania?

Yongwu's expression changed.

“Outside,” she said, “coming in.”

The three nodded, said nothing more, and picked up their knives and forks again.

Poetry and wine vaguely sensed something.

The faint sound of wheelchair wheels rolling over the wooden floor could be heard in the corridor.

Mania, whom the three leaders had mentioned, was the first to walk in.

The other person appeared calm, with long silver-gray hair braided into a loose side braid, and blue-gray eyes carefully staring at the wheelchair he was holding.

She carefully pushed the wheelchair into the room.

People in wheelchairs have come into the view of poetry and wine.

Poetry and wine were stunned.

The girl in the wheelchair had similar hair color to hers, but it was grayer, and the white highlights on her forehead were almost identical.

Okay, although she looks like a teenage girl.

Poetry and Wine keenly perceived that the other party was only young in appearance.

She was wrapped in a light gray cardigan, with a thin blanket draped over her legs. The sunlight shone on her, making her appear incredibly serene.

Most importantly, it's that face.

It's like looking in a mirror and seeing that the person in the mirror has changed their hair color.

The woman called Rifar also stopped at that moment.

Manya stopped in her tracks at the door of the private room.

Yongwu put down the bread in her hand without making a sound.

Lifar's eyes are almost identical to those of poetry and wine, only their color has turned gray.

Poetry and wine sat by the window, with a silent, flowing lavender field behind her, and golden sunlight fell upon her.

"..."

"..."

Neither of them spoke.

In the vast crowd, he suddenly saw his own unique expression appear exactly on another face.

Isn't that amazing?

Yongwu lowered her voice and muttered in French beside her.

The three leaders did not answer her. Their gazes moved back and forth between the two faces, and they let out a soft breath.

'really.'

Manya gently pushed her wheelchair forward a step, her light blue-gray eyes filled with calm.

The silence lasted for a long time.

In the end, Rifar made the first move.

She raised her hands from her knees and gently placed them on the armrests of the wheelchair.

Lifar's gaze remained tenderly fixed on Poetry and Wine's face.

"Mania."

Push me over there.

Mania didn't speak, but gently pushed her wheelchair toward the window.

Lifar stopped about a step away from the poetry and wine, and gazed intently at them for a long time with her grey eyes.

Poetry and wine sat there, looking back at her with equally earnest eyes.

"Your name is Poetry and Wine."

"Ah."

"The winner of the Japanese derby."

"Ah."

Lifar lowered his eyes, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"We've met before."

she says.

"They've finally come to see me."

"I promised you."

Poetry and wine answer.

Lifar was silent for a moment, then placed her hand on the top of Poetry and Wine's head and gently stroked it.

"Good boy."

Have you been eating well these days?

Poetry and Wine paused for a moment, then remained silent.

On the other side of the table, Yongwu had already put the bread down completely, her amber eyes wide open.

She looked back and forth between Lifar and poetry and wine several times, lost in thought.

Yongwu leaned closer to the three leaders, lowered his voice, and whispered in their ears in French.

"The Big Three".

"Ah."

"Don't you think these two people—"

"picture."

The three leaders also lowered their voices.

"Otherwise, guess why I kidnapped her and sold her here."

"I'm too lazy to scold you."

Yongwu frowned.

"Look at what that senior just did..."

Gaps: Chapter 397 Secret

"I saw it."

The two looked at each other and remained silent for a moment.

Then Yongwu brought her mouth even closer and, in a very soft voice, carefully spoke the possibility that they had both thought of.

"Could it be... from the senior—"

"Have a meal."

The three leaders interrupted her, giving her a warning look.

Don't make wild guesses.

Yongwu closed her mouth, but her amber eyes didn't stop, still sneaking back and forth between the two similar faces.

After Manya pushed the wheelchair to the table, the waiter replenished the cutlery and menu, and everyone sat down again, restoring the normal dining atmosphere in the private room.

When Yongwu ate the third dish, she finally couldn't help but put down her knife and fork and ask.

"senior."

Lifar put down the spoon and turned his head to the side.

"What."

"Poetry and wine..."

Yongwu carefully considered her words.

"Who are you to me?"

Everyone in the private room stopped moving.

Manya lowered her eyes and fiddled with her fork.

The three men held their glasses, poised to drink but not quite, without moving.

Poetry and Wine raised their heads and looked at Rifar.

Lifar remained silent for a moment.

"It wouldn't be wrong to treat her as my daughter."

As Lifar finished speaking, the atmosphere became somewhat strange.

"Senior, do you have—"

Yongwu's eyes widened even more.

"No."

Lifar frowned, reached out and tapped Yongwu's forehead hard, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"Don't overthink it, I'm not even married yet."

The private room fell completely silent.

Yongwu opened his mouth, but said nothing more.

The three women placed their glasses back on the table, lowered their heads, and the shadows obscured their faces, making it impossible to see their expressions.

"I'm sorry." Yongwu touched her forehead where she had been tapped and looked at Lifar sheepishly. "I was overthinking things."

"fine."

Lifar shook his head and picked up the spoon again.

Everyone picked up their knives and forks again.

A moment later, Rifar turned his head and casually mentioned it.

Where do you live?

"I had booked a hotel in London, but my luggage was stolen, so I stayed at the Three Giants' place last night."

Poetry and wine answer truthfully.

"Stay here."

Lifar's eyes were gentle, and he had a smiling expression.

"There are guest rooms in the manor, and there's enough space."