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Chapter 536: Four Extras Are Destined (3)

I don't know why she fell in love with him, she knew it couldn't be.

She was in her twenties, he was in his thousands.

There were tens of thousands of ravines between her and him, but she could not sink in one of them.

She would be so happy when she saw him, so happy, she didn't know why, like a puppy who couldn't help wagging his tail, she couldn't hide it.

When she saw him, she remembered that she was only twenty years old, and that she had melted away all her strong shells and showed him all the soft parts of herself.

Why, she never figured out.

In front of that painting, he said don't suppress yourself too much.

She didn't know why, because he, the resistance that had been suppressed for too long seemed to have found a place to vent, as if it was fate, and like a miracle that would never happen again, the dark curtain that had been covering her body tore a hole, no matter how she stitched it up, it couldn't be restored, and the light on his body illuminated her dusty corners, and then she couldn't bear the time without his light anymore.

She was so selfish, she died for the sake of her family, she pushed him away again and again, she lied to him again and again, she knew he would not forgive her again.

But she couldn't help it.

Sinking again and again, she was awake and addicted to his arms, indulging in every time she was with him, like waking up in a dream, but hoping that this dream would not wake up for a long time, how could this not be a kind of torture?

She was too greedy and wanted to give him a complete version of herself, not a Moro with family ties.

She was too greedy to hope that the Demon Party belonged to Ales, not a puppet hanging under the protection of the Secret Party, even if that person was him.

She's too greedy. The relationship she wants doesn't want to be mixed with a little more impurities, and she doesn't want to involve a little bit of interests.

She is not afraid of death or pain, but she is afraid of him, and his smile, joy and anger make her pay attention, and let her interpret it too much.

She was so afraid that he would be angry, that he would be unhappy, that he would never forgive himself again, that he would not want herself.

She was like his only believer, pious and humble prostrate at his feet.

However, he said that she was a bitch, a slut, and a liar, and even though she knew that he was scolding the masked Morro, she was still sad to death.

She was so afraid that one day he would remove her mask and find out that she was that bitch slut and liar, and it was all over.

She suffered a lot, a lot of grievances, her father died, the family was destroyed, she had no relatives in this world, she was tortured, she lost her and his child, she was not heartbroken, she was not sad, but her heart was too painful and she couldn't cry anymore. As soon as he saw him, he didn't forgive himself, and that kind of grievance came back, and she knew that she couldn't forgive her, but she still longed for him to understand her.

She didn't ask him to forgive herself, she didn't ask him to accept that slut, bitch, and liar.

But I was still very aggrieved.

Why?

In fact, she didn't know, obviously she did everything by herself, but she still couldn't help but be wronged, as if she was a child only in front of him, and she seemed to be able to stay strong forever in front of outsiders.

What does it matter if you don't forgive, she thought to him as she hung on him, Lorenzo, I don't want to part with you no matter what.

It is destined to be eaten by you in this life.