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Chapter 399: Who Am I?

All she had in her mind was the wish that Lorenzo had made to her, "We are going to build a small house on the hill of San Victoire, we are going to have a few children, and we are going to plant your favorite irises in front of the house...... all the wishes are good, but the wishes seem so far away. Every wish seemed to be shattered in an instant to be realized, and she no longer expected the future, and no longer made any wishes.

It doesn't matter if the person who gave her the wish was Patrick or Lorenzo or something else.

Patrick stared at half of her face and raised his voice, "Do you hear that?" If you don't want to stay in Ales, come back with me to Assame, where few people will know who you are, where everything can start over. He repeated again.

It's also good, not in Ales, go to Assamee and start over, but will it really start over? Is this really the life she wants?

What she wants is not to start over, what she wants is to go back to the past.

She was immersed in her own world for a long time and couldn't extricate herself, and her mouth was incoherent and flustered, "There is no way back." It's all late, it's all going to end. ”

Leaving Patrick's room, walking in the corridor of the mansion in a dejected state, she saw Lorenzo coming with a few people from a distance, she stopped and stood sideways like an inferior officer, after simply bowing and bowing, she walked forward without too much movement, Lorenzo did the same, did not even look at her with a straight eye, and left indifferently with a group of people.

She didn't straighten up until he left, her whole body was hollowed out, she was completely turned into the walking dead, the mask had no soul, but she still had.

Am I a bitch, a slut, or a liar in his mind?

Either way, or all of them, it wasn't Moro in his eyes.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, I am destined to have no chance with you in this life, and there will be no next life.

She soaked herself in steaming hot water, the blood stains all over her body rose in the water, muddying a basin of clear water, I don't know whether the water vapor blurred her eyes or tears filled her eyes, the strength in front of people or the strong, heroic or fearless, now completely relaxed or feel that those external things are a little reluctant.

People want to remember the good and be able to see what they can see in the moment, but people will forget that clowns cry, that bitches have hearts, that their hearts will beat and hurt in the flesh wrapped under heavy armor, and that there will be sadness and sadness on their faces under the masks.

She soaked the silver mask in water, stared at the silver mask sinking to the bottom of the water, and couldn't see the hideous patterns on it, the face reflected in the water almost coincided with the mask, the water vapor was still irrepressible, and the tears that poured into her eyes filled her eyes together, and she saw that her face and the silver mask completely overlapped. I can't help but think that maybe the mask has been worn for a long time, and even the face under the mask is exactly the same as the mask, and she herself is a little confused, in front of him, who is she?

Dolores or Moro or something else?

It doesn't matter anymore.

As long as the Mo Luo in his heart who he loved all his life becomes a symbol, he has always existed like that, kind and beautiful, not as decadent and murderous as he is now, and she is willing not to take off this mask in her life.

Under the mask, above the soul, still love?