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Chapter 372: Never Forgive

Lorenzo groaned, staring at her mask and slowly opening his mouth, cruelly pronouncing the sentence, "I won't forgive her." ”

The face under the mask froze.

I see, I already knew the answer, but it still hurts enough to hear it with my own ears.

"Why?" She still couldn't help but want to ask, knowing that the answer would make a cut in her heart and pour wind into it.

"If you were her, and you had created such a big deception, from Mister to Ales, if you were her, she wouldn't have watched me suffer so much and ignored it, wouldn't she be too selfish. Why! If you're her, why! At least let me know you're alive! ”

His voice was hoarse and crying like she had never heard of despair.

The north wind blew suddenly, bringing up flakes of snow and crackling on her silver mask.

If it is stuck in her throat, how can she say it? She never asked him how he felt, she didn't know how much pain he had, how much he hurt, she must have doubled the pain.

"What if she's in trouble." suppressed the crying in his voice, and wanted to defend himself.

Lorenzo was expressionless, sitting on the edge of the playground, approachable as if he was not a secret party leader, every word he said contained endless sorrow, and that perfect voice became hoarse and unpleasant at the moment, "Between her family and me, I am behind the family and Eliad. I know I never blame her, but when she chooses to die, when she and my children can choose to die, did she ever wonder if I would be in pain! I already knew from that time that I couldn't get her, that everything before was my fault, that I was delusional, and that some things were much more fetters than I thought. I never believed she was dead until I picked up the necklace and met you, but I still didn't want to believe it. Today, I was thinking what if you were her? Under the mask I lifted, what if you were her? But now that I'm really thinking about it, I'll probably never be able to be with her. Because even if she is alive, there is no way, I know that she will not leave her family and leave with me without asking. ”

Morrow stared at her side face, no longer as sharp as a knife and axe, but soft, like an approachable classmate from a military academy. She had imagined more than once how good it would have been if he hadn't been a secret partyman, if he was just a nobleman in the city of Ales, she didn't want any Ales, she just wanted her father to take her by the hand alive and give her to Lorenzo. Or maybe she's just a human being, living a simple life in the slums, as long as she's with you.

The loud wind covered the silent whimper under her mask, and the cold wind made the tears flowing from her heart and eyes freeze instantly, and her face and heart ached.

"Are you really not her?" He seemed to have a last hint of disbelief.

The sound of the wind was almost a sad song, and the wind and snow burrowed down her torn clothes into her body and spread to her limbs, and her heart cracked open, and the pain that blew into the bottom of the ice thorns that formed out of her heart was colder than her body temperature.

All the past will be wiped out at this moment, whether she is dead or not, it is over.

"She's dead."

That Moro Ales is dead, but what difference does it make to live or die?