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Chapter 314: Irritability

She paused and stared at the painting, as if returning to the palace of Ales, the flowers she loved. Like the flowers planted by the bedside in the dormitory of the military academy, against the boundless snow outside the window, or like the dream she had told Lorenzo, only the Burrow woke up in a blink of an eye and could see the windowsill of the fleur-de-lis, and him.

She chuckled, sarcastic with sadness.

She was completely absorbed in the painting, completely unaware of the complicated gaze behind her.

Why did she chuckle? That contempt, that sadness, are you really Dolores?

Lorenzo's hands couldn't stop shaking, what if the woman he tortured was Moro?

Or is she someone's love? Whose daughter was raised in the palm of his hand?

Lorenzo snorted, suddenly realizing that he was not normal, and he began to think about other people's feelings again.

Lorenzo's cold snort frightened Mo Luo almost couldn't hold the copper basin in his hand, the basin shook a few times and a few drops of water dripped onto the floor, she hurriedly knelt down, "I'm sorry sir, I'm lazy, I'll clean it up immediately." ”

Lorenzo was even more annoyed when he saw her submissive appearance, and said angrily, "It's good for you to wipe it clean." ”

After hearing this, Moro lowered his head and felt that Lorenzo was like a child, different from before, and even smiled.

That night, Lorenzo did not let Barnett lock himself in handcuffs at the end of the bed, and even kindly threw her a futon and made her sit on the edge of the bedside table, leaning on the bedside table, curling up her knees and hugging her knees. She waited for Lorenzo to fall asleep and quietly rolled up her dirty skirt, revealing her bruised and swollen knees, and gently rubbed the wound to not heal, at least it would be better to rub the bruises apart, these are the experiences of kneeling for a long time when she was a child, but after being injected with silver female medicine, it seems that she is particularly prone to injury, and the wound refuses to heal for a long time.

She looked out the window at the rare moonlight that Mister was shining in, and saw his face clearly. The thin lips were tightly pursed, as if something could not be dissolved to lock him, what was the matter? Is it Rusfan or Adler? Or is it the demon party that is almost falling apart? The lines of his face were too sharp, and it seemed a little more chilling than he had been two years ago, and it wasn't easy to think about being in that position, she knew.

There will be unusually high levels of pressure and countless more threats, but he must have done a great job.

The moonlight was like washing, she couldn't see the future clearly, but she could see his side face clearly, and she was in a trance.

The deep voice of "Mo Luo ......" is all too familiar, from the man she loves most in her life, lying beside her, near and far.

She was shocked, was he calling himself? Or in a dream?

He did close his eyes tightly, his face did not change at all, even his thin lips were tightly closed, but his brows were tightly furrowed, perhaps because he was hallucinating.

He still kept the necklace, and he was inseparable from him like a treasure. She was used to all the soft words he had spoken to her, the way he was angry, the way he was serious, the different he was to Morro Ales.

Despite the exhaustion and misery of being tortured every day, and even not eating properly for several days, she still has no regrets. She was satisfied to be able to look at him so closely, and she felt like she was dreaming.