"Good morning, Miss Seraphine."
Durin nodded slightly in response.
He had to admit, Seraphine, simply by standing there, exuded an aloof aura of a wealthy young lady, creating a sense of unfamiliarity that kept people at a distance.
And because of her tall and well-proportioned figure, coupled with the deep fatigue in her beautiful eyes, she actually exuded a lazy, ice-cold beauty.
Mr. Jun truly didn't lie: "There is no unparalleled beauty through the ages; pleasing to the eye is the fair one."
However, did Jun really say that?
Durin thought about it and decided it didn't matter; anyway, any classic quote whose author he couldn't remember was attributed to Jun.
..."Oh, mm-hm, hello." Seraphine pursed her lips, then her eyelids drooped slightly, and she remained silent. The coolness in her eyes remained unchanged, and her desire to converse was almost nonexistent.
What, was her poor sleep due to hearing the 'voices'?
Durin began to ponder.
The last time he saw Seraphine, her attitude was very cold and withdrawn, but today she seemed to be aloof due to severe fatigue.
Durin didn't immediately speak, but watched Seraphine walk back up the stairs to the second floor.
After Daniel and his wife nodded in agreement, Durin silently followed behind Seraphine, maintaining a distance of just enough space for one person between them.
There were five rooms on the second floor: a study, a large room, a washroom, a small room, and a small technology workshop.
Of course, the large room also had an extended curved small balcony inside, which was also Seraphine's resting place.
Seraphine walked into the study. She sat on the sofa by the window, while Durin chose to sit opposite the young girl. The distance between them was one meter, and the atmosphere in the study became extremely quiet, a world without a third party.
Warm daylight passed through the study's glass windows, falling upon the young girl, making her wavy pink hair and thick eyelashes seem to be plated with a faint gold.
"Although this is our second meeting, you don't need to be so reserved. Let's just chat casually."
"Yes, Mage Durin."
"You don't need to call me Mage; you can call me by my name directly."
"Understood, Mr. Durin."
"Why do you insist on using an honorific?"
"My father said that one should always be polite to everyone."
"We are friends; no honorifics are needed."
...
Their conversation fell into silence. Durin quietly watched Seraphine lower her head, her fair, slender fingers constantly fiddling with her wavy pink hair.
After a long moment, Seraphine said in a hoarse voice: "Mage Durin, I've been hearing those 'voices' again recently. I hear the soul of Mrs. Eyre, our next-door neighbor, filled with resentment. Her soul is letting out painful roars, cursing all young and beautiful girls in this world, believing that they are the reason her husband cheated."
"I also heard some soul voices from the sailors at the Sun Gates. Their souls are full of filth and blood, only violence, desire for women, and desperate struggles at sea, constantly lingering in my ears."
"What should I do? Why have everyone's soul voices become like this?! Before, everyone's souls were positive, sunny, and cheerful."
A pained expression appeared on Seraphine's pretty face. As she spoke, her emotions could no longer be contained, and she buried her face between her knees, letting out sobs.
"Sometimes I wonder... if everyone were like you, making me unable to hear the voices, perhaps it would be a good thing. Mr. Durin, do you think I'm really sick?"
"No, you are not sick. It's just..." Durin looked hesitant. He said with some hesitation, "You are a little different from ordinary people. You are changing yourself. I have a similar experience to yours."
"No, it's not the same at all." Seraphine suddenly looked up, tears suspended on her long eyelashes, making her as fresh and beautiful as a lotus emerging from water.
The tears seemed reluctant to leave her fair skin, lingering and refusing to fall.
"Everything you are experiencing now, the choices you are making, the transformations you are undergoing, will determine what kind of person you will be in the future."
Durin watched the young girl purse her lips, his tone subconsciously softening: "Whether it's your own voice or the voices of others, they all symbolize the voice of the soul. When you can hear these voices, you are actually facing a brand new, vibrant life. And they are an important part of the songs you want to write."
"The act of creation itself is sacred. Remember: With great power comes great responsibility!"
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