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Chapter 988: The Crack in Memory

Even the rigor and rigidity of the previous style of the demon party have changed greatly, decorated with large golden frames and mirrors, and even the floor is the shape of the floor made of mirrors, spelled into different patterns, reflecting different brilliance.

The mirror reflected the candle flame in a particularly brilliant light, and Dolores stood in front of a mirror on the side, and for the first time carefully examined himself.

During this period of amnesia, she often looked in the mirror, but no matter how she looked, she was still relatively unfamiliar with herself, and the ten fingers of her arm were very well maintained, very white, and people loved it very much. Dolores looked at herself in the mirror curiously, blonde hair, sea blue eyes, slightly curved lips, and a small pear vortex at the corner of her mouth looked very sweet, definitely a rare beauty, but I don't know why I don't like my appearance.

Even though she couldn't jump out of this face with anything.

But on the contrary, she liked her dress very much, the heavy red dress dragged to the ground, the front was short and the back was long, the front hem showed a slender calf, and she stepped on a pair of shiny lacquered red high heels, she liked red, deep red and bright red, this color looked exciting, the most dazzling color.

Bright as fire, thick as blood, symbolizing a vigorous life, a thick and colorful stroke, stumbling to the highest place, to touch the most positive red.

Dolores' fingers touched the red iris necklace around her neck, and the cold of the ruby came from her fingertips, and Dolores frowned slightly.

This necklace is indeed beautiful, but there is a little bit of disobedience around my neck, what is inappropriate? Dolores couldn't tell. This chain is like a drop of blood, like a gem that has been condensed into the painstaking efforts of countless people, and more like a red pupil that radiates a rich color of light.

There were intermittent voices ringing in my ears, coming from far away, and those voices were so familiar.

"This necklace is so beautiful."

"This one doesn't work, next time I'll give you a more beautiful one~"

"Sister! I love this! ”

"Sister!"

Is she calling Morrow? Who are those people? So familiar......

"Who are you......"

Dolores's vision became blurry, she couldn't see the scenery around her clearly, even the jumping lights became blurred points of light overlapping together, her head suddenly hurt sharply, and she couldn't help but cover her head with more intensive pain, and countless ghosts appeared in front of her eyes, surrounded by mirrors, and she took a clear picture of herself without dead ends.

Blonde, blue-eyed.

Every turn, every color,

"Who am I......"

"Who are you......"

"Who the hell am I ......"

"It hurts......"

Dolores felt that the world was spinning for a while, and the countless mirrors in the mirror hall reflected her figure, overwhelming, like stones smashing themselves on the floor, Dolores fell on the floor, Dolores struggled to support her body, opened her eyes and saw her face reflected in the shadow on the floor.

Still strange, it even scared herself, she didn't seem to believe her own eyes.

I clearly felt that this was not me.

Dolores' fingers trembled across the face in the mirror, and the cut floor reflected countless of her own faces, Dolores' pupils contracted, and a sharp pain streaked across her brain, and she fainted again.

……………………………… I'm the short dividing line....................................

Alfonso and Stella were the only ones left in the entire Ales Palace, and the two of them were bored wandering around the palace, when Alfonso suddenly stopped in front of a door and asked casually, "This door is rarely visited, but this room is opposite your suite, and no one lives in such a good location." ”

Stella didn't care, and said casually, "This is Eve's room." ”

"Eve? Who is Eve? Alfonso was a little surprised, but not surprised, that day here he heard the name come out of Moro's mouth.

Stella said as she pushed the door open, "It's my sister." ”

"There's a younger sister, so where is she now? I've never seen it before. Alfonso was shocked, but he had already guessed what was going on, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Eve was lost, when we were less than a year old." Stella said calmly.

Alfonso followed the open door and saw the same scene as that day, almost identical to the Stella house, except for a crib.

Except for the crib, it seems that the stillness in this room has become a flowing time, and every trace of a child's growth is placed here to witness a person's growth, even if the child is long gone.

Everyone could see the care of the people who furnished the house.

"How could I have lost it?" Alfonso thought it was incredible, Moro spoiled Stella so much, and he should spoil another child even more. And even if the loss of a child happens to an ordinary person, it doesn't matter, but this is the palace of Ales, if it's not safe here, then where can it be considered safe? If Moro and Lorenzo join forces, I'm afraid no one can be an opponent. What's more, how could a person who is so cautious by his uncle let his child be lost?

Stella lowered her head and sighed, a small face rarely showed a sad look, "Actually, I don't know the specifics, I seem to have heard the maids say that Eve was stolen by someone dressed as a waiter, and I don't know how specific it is." Mom and Dad have been looking for Eve for so many years, but so far they have found nothing, and some time ago the palace people said that Eve has ...... Dead, but...... I don't think my mother would believe it. Mom never showed sadness in front of people, but I knew that Mom must miss Eve. ”

Alfonso's mind quickly wondered if this was the same thing...... Adler has a relationship? In this way, then Alector is not ......

Alfonso felt his brain buzz and forced himself to calm down.

Stella's voice grew quieter, and in the blink of an eye, she saw the portrait placed next to her.

"It turns out that we still have a family portrait in our house, but I have never seen this painting." Stella walked over, and Alfonso followed her, pointing to the red-eyed baby in the painting, "Look, this is me." Then he pointed to the blue-eyed child in Moro's arms, "Look, this is Eve." ”