In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

"How do you feel? Can this kind of clothing be promoted?"

Anno stroked his chin: "The common people don't care about aesthetics; that's something only the upper class and nobles consider. What they care about first is affordability and practicality."

“This dress isn’t expensive to make,” Harley said casually. “I know that people’s incomes aren’t very high, so this dress is very inexpensive.”

“That’s why I said, ‘I did it!’” Harley twirled around in her dress.

“Your intelligence surprises me, Harley.” Anno looked at the excited Harley and was happy for her, but he also had some other thoughts. “Could you wait for me a moment?”

"Please go ahead," Harley smiled politely.

Anno walked out of the room, took a breath, and patted his chest.

He ran from the reception room all the way back to his living office, grabbed a pen, and wrote on the manuscript:

I feel that my love story wasn't dramatic; it just came into my life naturally.

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Chapter Two Hundred: The Decision?

Anno sat in the chair, her mind somewhat blank.

He reached out and touched his ear.

It's hot.

Swallowing hard, Anno looked at the manuscript in front of her, still somewhat incredulous.

He stood up, opened the wardrobe, and found a piece of clothing that he had made for himself a long time ago, a piece he hadn't worn since the big art exhibition.

Anno straightened the buttons on her vest and let out a breath.

Know yourself, Lawrence.

Anuo patted his face, gritted his teeth, and walked out of the room without hesitation.

......

Harley sat on a small stool, cupping her face in her hands.

The afternoon sunlight streamed into the room, making Harley's bright and intelligent eyes appear somewhat dazed.

Clang!

"Ah!" Harley was startled.

Anno appeared at the door with a serious expression.

Anno, usually so elegant, strode up to Harley instead of acting normally.

"Miss, would you like to dance with me?" Although the words were calm, Harley could clearly hear the coercion and restraint hidden behind them.

She lowered her head and pondered for a moment.

Her fingertips trembled slightly as they touched Anno's palm.

What Anno saw was a brilliance that had only bloomed for a fleeting moment in the past.

"Of course, sir."

Anno gently took Harley's hand, and the two looked into each other's eyes, into each other's souls.

Without accompaniment or music, the two of them danced in the empty studio.

Harley smiled, and Anno smiled too.

Anno has made up her mind.

He kept asking himself, "Am I really prepared to deal with this?"

Now, he's done.

As for when the feelings arose?

who knows.

......

Both of them were people who spent their lives in high society, so their dance steps were naturally very familiar to them.

Perhaps feeling that stopping would be awkward, the two of them just kept dancing.

Until sweat soaked his hair.

Anno's arm was around Harley's waist.

His eyes were open, but he was staring into Harley's eyes.

"Harley."

"Ah."

"I think I've fallen in love with you."

"I know."

"why?"

"Because I've fallen in love with you too, Lawrence."

After this conversation, the two of them simultaneously let go of each other, their faces flushed red, and they turned their heads away, not daring to look at each other.

How could such shameful words come out of my mouth! x2

At the door leading from the studio to the mansion, three figures were stacked one on top of the other.

“Manrio, lie down a little lower so I can see Lawrence and that little girl.”

"Aunt Anna, I can't climb any further."

“Mrs. Anna, Mr. Manlio, please keep your voices down. I think the master has noticed us.”

outside the window.

"Hey, teacher, what's wrong with Lawrence and Harley?"

"It's safe."

Anno and Harley, who were in the center of attention, also noticed that something was wrong.

Harley coughed twice, picked up the real purpose of her visit today—Anno's new design drawings—and gave an awkward smile: "Lawrence, I'll head back now."

"Ah, um, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After saying that, Harley, like a fleeing rabbit, quickly opened the door and ran out.

Anno followed her to the door and watched Harley flee in panic, and sighed slightly.

Then, turning to the side, he saw Leonardo da Vinci and Verrocchio leaning against the windowsill.

“We didn’t see anything, Lawrence.”

"Yes, I didn't see it."

Anuo stared speechlessly at his two friends and teacher, who were trying to hide their laughter but were actually trying to suppress it.

"Laugh if you want to." Anno was numb.

He has given up struggling.

As soon as I entered the studio, a deafening burst of laughter erupted behind me.

Anno gritted his teeth, strode into the house, and opened the door leading into the mansion.

Then I saw three heads all looking at me.

"Good afternoon, teacher." Manrio, don't start greeting people so casually!

"Master, have you eaten?" Luslan, are you out of your mind?

"Waaah..." Auntie, please don't cry!!!

Anno couldn't take it anymore. She pushed the three people aside, ran upstairs without looking back, and slammed her office door shut.

He sat on the bed, looking at the reddened sky, feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear.

What is all this about...?

In Harley's case.

Harley and Verona's little tailor shop has been renovated.

With enough money, Verona took over a large storefront in a prime location and moved all her goods there.

Furthermore, because of Harley's recent plans, Verona is considering whether or not to recruit students.

After all, if we want to truly change this troublesome and ugly way of dressing, the disclosure of technology is essential.

However, Verona noticed that Harley, who had gone to pick up the design drawings today, was acting strangely when she returned.

His eyes were lifeless, and his cheeks were flushed.

It must be because they are sick.

Ferrona went out to find a doctor.

............

the next day.

Lawrence Studios.

Leonardo da Vinci embraced Manlio, and the two gazed at each other with deep affection.

"Harley."

"Ah."

"I love you."

"I know."

"What?"