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Chapter 227: Hatred

Noah is definitely a very skilled silversmith, this mask is exquisitely made, the patterns on it are exactly the same as Morrow's hand-drawn sketches, or even more complicated, and there is even a mechanism that allows the mask to fit her face tightly without falling off during a fight.

Mo Luo reached out to pick up the mask, but the sting corroded her fingers, and the instant pain in her fingers made her unable to hold the mask, and the mask fell to the ground with a bang, "I'm sorry...... I was so careless. She frowned slightly, apologetically.

Noah picked up the mask, "It's my bad that I always forgot that you can't touch silver, I'll add a thin layer of iron to the mask, so it won't corrode your face." ”

Moro watched his fast-healing fingers return to an unharmed appearance, and whispered, "Thank you." ”

Noah held the mask with his hands and feet and beat again, "Molly...... Maybe I should call you Morrow? ”

Moro chuckled and came back to his senses for a moment, "Huh? It doesn't matter, the name is just a code name, it doesn't matter. ”

Noah heard her voice still crisp and beautiful, but with a hint of haggard and forbearance.

"The first time I saw you, you fell in a pool of blood, and the blood stained that large area of grass, in fact, I was terrified, and I don't know where I got the courage to get you back." Noah rummaged through the box next to him and picked up a suitable piece of iron, measured it and began to work on his hands, and said while working, "After you left, I was thinking, I may never see you again in my life, you are really too beautiful, beautiful not like the woman I can meet." I'm really lucky to be able to meet you again, Molly. ”

The charcoal fire in the stove crackled and burned, and occasionally there was a sound, which should be the sound of Noah's hand knocking, the room was very warm, but her body was extremely cold, she did not speak, just quietly listened to Noah's words.

"Your eyes and face are beautiful, and you shouldn't be covered with such a mask. I'm sorry I heard the conversation between you and your brother, it's your private matter, I shouldn't talk too much, but your heart is as pure as your face, and it shouldn't be covered by hatred, right? Noah stopped what he was doing, and raised his eyes to see that there was a slight anxiety and haggard on her pure face, and a little distressed.

Noah couldn't help but think that her pure face should have a carefree environment without any pollution, and should not be left to suffer in the world.

Mo Luo stared at the hideous mask and slowly spoke, "When I was a child, I was a girl who was spoiled by my father, and my father loved me as much as you loved Peer and Hida, and my father spoiled me to lawlessness. But then my mother died, and that day my father dragged me into prison, whipped me, and slapped my face, I think it was because my face was so much like my mother, and I always thought that my mother had done something that disgusted my father, and that he hated me and hated me. I was so young that I didn't understand why my father did that to me. Later, I would be beaten and punished every day, but my father knew very well that I was afraid of pain and hated pain. I always thought that my father would be unhappy if I didn't do well, and I tried my best to please my father to satisfy him, but my father never praised me again, not once. ”

She hung her head, caught in the chagrin that had been with her every day for ten years.