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Chapter 274: A Dream That Won't Wake Up

She's dreaming again.

In the dream, she seemed to be seven years old again, as if it was as warm as a rare summer day in Ales, but it was still very comfortable in wet weather. That day Eliad ran into the garden with her in her arms, and reached out to pluck a blue iris and put it in her hair, and she laughed like a silver bell. A woman appeared in the middle of the path, looking at them with a smile, her smile so gentle and warm, not even like a bloodthirsty and cold blood clan.

"Ed, you seem to spoil her too much, what can you do if you spoil her, what if no one wants it in the future?" It was the mother, with a helpless smile of happiness on her face.

Eliad put himself down and ran down the path to his mother's arms, sniffing the good smell of his mother's body insolently, his little fingers grasping his mother's clothes, and the whole villain was buried in the hem of his mother's skirt.

Her mother took her hand and walked towards Eliade, who seemed to see the smile on Eliade's lips and the affection in her eyes that was only for her mother. "Of course I hope that Mo Luo has no one to want, so that she can stay with me forever, I will keep her by my side for the rest of my life, and no one can rob me of my daughter."

The pale blue flirlis trembled slightly, and a drop of light dew slipped off.

She was 28 years old again in the distance, and her mother and father took her hand and walked deeper into the iris bushes, and finally disappeared among the flowers.

Seven-year-old Moro walked away with his mother and father, and time was as good as the beauty of that moment, and there was no more pain and struggle.

Patrick saw the tears in the corners of her eyes, and saw the smile on her lips.

He tried in vain to get close to her and understand her, but he seemed to be unable to do anything, he sent someone to learn about her past, and he never understood that this woman was born with everything that did not have to fight or even intrigue, and his father seemed to have arranged everything for her, she should be a natural leader, why did she fall into such a field.

Sure enough, it's a stupid woman.

She was laughing, but tears ran down her sideburns from the corners of her eyes.

The first time I saw her, I thought that this woman seemed to be fearless, but she also seemed too bold to leave any way back for herself. She is not afraid of death, she seems to be fearless.

What exactly did she go through? It's just that the superficial intelligence is not enough to understand her, this is the most unpredictable woman Patrick has ever seen. What is hidden under the appearance of being strong and invincible and rejecting people thousands of miles away?

Her vigilance had always been high, but at the moment she was troubled by the tiredness and trivialities of the past few days and fell into a deep sleep, Patrick had no intention of disturbing her sleep, but when she opened a pair of aqua blue eyes, Patrick's face was rarely serious.

She quickly stood up, straightened her shirt, buttoned her shirt to the last one to cover the birthmark on the back of her neck, she reverted to the coldness of a thousand miles away, to the quiet gentleness of a warrior who could turn into a killing machine when she fell asleep just now, and she saw Patrick take a step back and speak, "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

She got up, walked to the cabinet on the side, picked up a roll of gauze and wrapped it around her arm a few times, tied it neatly, pulled down the sleeve of her shirt, accurately stuck it at the wrist no more than the palm of her hand, skillfully fastened the buttons, and straightened the somewhat messy hair.