Ten robots, clad in miniature York Opera costumes, sang fluently in the tones of traditional opera, their actions full of grace; each gesture, each movement, was just right.
Their performance frequently elicited joyful laughter from the elderly couple.
Ella Lacey's slightly furrowed brow involuntarily relaxed as she approached Marcus Moore and said to him, "Thank you."
"Ella, you're still being formal with me."
Marcus took her by the hand and walked outside, standing in the deep garden courtyard, he asked with concern, "Why did you come back so late? Have you had dinner?"
"Yes, I've eaten." Ella Lacey nodded.
"Ella, regarding Young Master Lindsey's matter, don't be too sad. Even if he's gone, there's still Uncle Chuan, Auntie Xue, and Little Mozzie..."