Edith when she saw her get up. The young mother''s face was slightly pale, and her beautiful eyes were not as dewy as usual. It was evident that she had not rested for long, yet her inner passion still made her radiant.
Edith sat down at the desk, facing the darkening sky outside the window, chin resting in her hand, lost in thought with a heavy heart.
After a while, Lucile handed her a document, "Could you help me polish this passage, Edith? My rhetoric has never been of aura as yours."
"Citizeness Desmoulins," the maiden suddenly spoke, "If a friend had offended you in the past, but due to family reasons, you now have to go on to associate with him, how would you react?"
"Are you referring to Citizen Quenet?" The refined Lucile guessed immediately.
Edith nodded reluctantly, admitting it.
"I never imagined there was such a history between you two," Lucile smiled. "But perhaps there was a misunderstanding? Why don''t you open your heart and have a good talk? "
"To be honest, I''ve already talked to him, but he seems determined to keep secrets from me," Edith complained.
"I think maybe he does have some difficulties," Lucile held her friend''s hand, "So ask your heart, dear. What kind of place does he occupy in your heart, and how do you see your relationship? In the end, only your heart can make the decision for you, whether or not to forgive this friend."
"Ask... my heart?" Edith whispered to herself.