Chapter 130: The Heart Knot

Moro was quite puzzled by Lorenzo's questions, dismantled all the clothes, put the box and wrapping paper aside, picked up a piece of clothing and put it on, looked at himself in the mirror a few times, still shook his head, and then opened his mouth to answer Lorenzo's question, "The adults told me that he didn't kill my mother, and he apologized to me for the rest." ”

In the mirror, the well-cut blue-purple dress is the color of the iris she liked when she was a child, and she subconsciously got this one when she subconsciously went to get the clothes, and the group hem of the long skirt was decorated with beads, and it was connected together with fine silver silk threads, which looked very complicated, and the silk felt very good, and it was soft and comfortable to the touch.

"I'm curious, what is the reason for his sudden relaxation after holding on for so many years?" He zipped up her skirt, he had never seen her wear it so gorgeously, in fact, it was just as beautiful, and he sighed in her ear, "It's beautiful." ”

"Because I said I'm leaving Ales." She looked down at the silk and beadwork that Eliad had given her, and then looked up at herself in the mirror, as if she had gone back to when she liked these things before she was seven years old, and shook her head as if mockingly, then turned around his waist slightly, and raised her eyes to see him as if she wanted some kind of affirmation, "Isn't it ridiculous?" ”

"Not ridiculous." Lorenzo stroked her lowered head, looped her hair around a few times, and let go, "Because it's really hard to let go of the people you love so much, even Iliade. He lowered his head and held her face, "Morrow, I once had a relationship with your mother, you are really like her, I think Eliad must love Vera deeply, so he can't let you go so much, maybe all these years of suffering are his protection for you." ”

She loosened Lorenzo's waist and unzipped it with her backhand, with a little bit of force, but the zipper got stuck and she tore impatiently in vain, "Hurt is hurt, some wounds don't heal so easily, and some things can't be relieved so quickly." ”

In fact, she still complained about Eliad in her heart.

Lorenzo touched Morro's head again like a not-so-obedient cat, helping her unzip some of the stuck, "Maybe you'll understand when you have the chance." ”

But Lorenzo selfishly wondered if Moro hadn't figured it out and was willing to take her away from Eliade's hands like this, would she be reluctant to leave Ales after she figured it out, so that she would forget to run away from Ales after waking up from her nightmare, what should she do at that time?

Lorenzo, who had always been confident, was not completely sure this time, but she didn't want to take her away again before she figured it out that it would be too late to return to Ales.

Moro didn't speak again, as if he hadn't heard what he said, as if he was in a trance.

Eliad bought her beautiful clothes, loved her like a true father as before, she was moved, but unfortunately it was nothing more, the shadow that penetrated deep into the bone marrow lingered, and she could not stop trembling if she thought of it a little.

Hearing from others, especially from Lorenzo's mouth, maybe it was true, and she believed it, but unfortunately she was still not as moved as she imagined. She couldn't help but think, if the tribulation and torture are called protection, then what protection is? Maybe I will understand it in the future, I am only 27 years old, and I still have thousands of years and tens of thousands of years to waste, maybe I will be relieved after a while, the most important thing for the blood clan is time.