Chapter 1195: A Dilemma (2)

Francis, in a gentle voice, pulled her to sit down in a chair by the window, and opened the box, which contained a very beautiful ring, a blue diamond, not a sapphire, a blue diamond that was more precious and more beautiful than a sapphire.

She used to be a gem expert, she could see at a glance how good this thing was, the most beautiful blue diamonds she had ever seen were the two blue diamonds in the eyes of the doll that Eliade gave to Morrow for her birthday, exactly the same as Morrow's eyes, probably cut from a whole diamond, how expensive it was was originally I couldn't imagine, but the one in Francis's hand was in no way inferior to Morrow's doll, and there wasn't even much external light, It's just a simple unknown halo that the diamond has shown the most wonderful brilliance, a faint blue halo, is the most charming part of the blue diamond, but now in her opinion, this priceless blue diamond, almost flawless wonderful gem, is no different from a stone kicked around by pedestrians on the side of the road.

"I've heard people say that your favorite thing in the past was the blue diamond, and this one I sent someone to find it for a long time, do you like it?" Francis held the box in front of her eyes, "Take it and try it, see if it fits, and if it doesn't fit, people can change it." ”

Dolores didn't move.

Francis simply took her hand and carefully placed the ring on her index finger.

It's not the ring finger or the middle finger, it's the finger worn by the engaged and married woman, it's the index finger, it's the finger when she wasn't married, she just had a slight reaction, the size of the ring is just right, it's not loose or tight, and the right one is like Francis holding her hand.

"It's beautiful...... But I don't deserve it. Dolores was about to take the ring, but Francis grabbed her hand, "Don't take it off, it's beautiful." ”

Dolores lowered his head slightly, and when he raised his eyes again, there was finally some color in his eyes that had been empty for a long time, "What I want more than this diamond is to erase my memory." ”

Francis paused for a moment, "You hate the past so much?" I thought you liked it. ”

"Let me forget about them and start over, okay?" Dolores stared at the ring on her index finger, "Back to this time." ”

"You...... Hate them? Francis stared into Dolores' eyes, a little surprised and a little surprised, the most Dolores had said in recent times.

Dolores suddenly grabbed his hand, so hard that he scratched Francis's already pale skin even whiter, white, gritted his teeth, and large tears fell down on the beautiful blue diamond, "I hate! How can I not hate...... They! One by one, they betrayed, one by one said nice things, but they didn't love me, they said one by one high-sounding, and what they said was extremely good, but who cared about my feelings? Put me in such a situation, what about them? One enjoys the supreme power and status of children around the knee and has everything, and the other enjoys the warmth and happiness of his wife, they are not blinded, but they would rather be deceived and deceived than look at me! ”

"Erase memory...... I can't do it, I'm sorry......" Francis was apologetic, holding a handkerchief and wiping her tears from her tears.

"Really...... Can't do it? I really want to start all over again this time...... I want to live for myself, not someone else's appendage, I am not the daughter of General Andrei, I am not the wife of the Minister of Justice, and I don't want to be a close friend of the leader of the Demon Party. Dolores sneered.

"They'......," Francis tried to speak, but didn't continue, "well, even if you don't erase your memory, you can forget about them slowly, or in another way." ”

Dolores stared at the ring on his hand, "Another way?" She lifted her little tear-stained face.

"Since we can't erase our memories, we can...... Destroy them, destroy them all, destroy everything that has passed. "Francis's face was beautiful and delicate, shining with the light of the sky, reflecting where the light came, but the depths of his eyes were pitch black, and there was no light in sight.

………………………………………… I'm a simple dividing line.......................................

When the mirror in Alecto's hand fell to the ground, she turned to see Moro standing in the backlight.

She didn't expect Moro to come back so soon, for when she left, she said that she might have been a little longer, and had called a leader of the pro-soldiers to come and guard it, fearing snakes.

She hadn't even figured out how to phrase it, and she didn't know what to say.

"Looking for something?" Morrow tried to ask.

She nodded, of course, not knowing what to say.

Mo Luo didn't want to make this matter too serious, "Let's get out first, things are more expensive here, and they are all dangerous, if it hurts you, it won't be good." ”

Alector didn't expect Moro to take her out like this without asking her why she was here.

When Alecto followed Moro out, she was still thinking about what Moro would ask her, but Moro didn't ask her anything, and sent her out the door, "I still have something to go out, take care of myself." ”

Morrow even laughed, never mentioning anything more about finding something, or even what she was looking for.

Alecto left with doubts and nervousness, and then looked back at Moro's figure, which was still so light and light, but her body was not so convenient now, and she didn't look as light as before, facing the light of the little gap outside the door of the suite and her elongated shadow, Alecto stared at the dust from the phantom mirror on her hand, and inexplicably rose an inexplicable guilt.

The two doors closed little by little, and Mo Luo's figure became narrower and narrower, and her mouth moved, but in the end nothing came out.

She's still too selfish, and at the end of the day, she's still selfish.

Moro returned to the room and placed two identical mirrors on the table, "Adler, what the hell do you want the mirrors for?" Twenty years ago, the fake illusion mirror, now, the same move should be played again, it should be old, right? ”

Moro raised his hand and a drop of blood dripped on the dusty mirror mountain, and the blurred image on the dusty mirror was exactly what Adler had seduced her to see a long, long time ago in the ghetto.

What do you want me to see this time? Or what do you want Eve to see this time? What do you want me to believe? I'm not the Moro I was twenty years ago, I won't lose before, and I won't lose this time.

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