Didis cried out loud as she spoke, as pitiful as a cat or dog misunderstood by her owner.
Cill watched the anger in Diddis's big eyes slowly subside, and even felt a little guilty about Diddis.
She believed Diddeas wasn't lying.
Because with Diddis's IQ, she could see at a glance if she was lying, and at this moment, Diddis's crying expression was like a poor worm who had been misunderstood, so Diddish could not be lying.
"Alright, I'm sure you didn't mean it."
Cill rolled his eyes and reached out to nudge Diddis's skinny shoulder as an apology.
"Miss Sill, Miss Siel, don't you blame me?"
Didis put down her hand covering her eyes and weeping, and smiled at Cyr with white teeth, her dark face still had dirty tears, and the next second she jumped up in place like a fool.
"Miss Yesir, she forgave me, I'm so happy, Miss Sil, you're really good, Ciel looked at Didis and rolled her eyes again, shook her head, didn't answer, and walked straight forward, intending to pick up a big stick as a lamp to light the room.
In the living room of the house, Cill had set up a fire made of sticks, and at this moment the fire was blazing, illuminating the otherwise dark room as bright as day.
On top of the fire, there was a rusty white bowl left by the owner of the house, and the water in the bowl was boiling a seven-colored flower, and as time passed, the tap water in the bowl was gradually dyed brown by the seven-colored flower.
Standing beside the fire, looking down at the water in the big bowl gradually turning brown, Syl's little dirty face showed a smile of relief.
When the medicine is boiled, she can feed it to Aniss, and I believe that Anisse will be resurrected in a few days, not because she can get up and work when she is sick.
Cill raised his hand and patted his head.
She felt that she was getting dumber and dumber, and that she could even confuse the words resurrection and recovery.
Is it because I have been stupid for three years?
When she was a child, she heard her mother say that women become stupid and stupid after giving birth.
Or is it because she is exhausted every day when she arrives here, and she can't sleep at night, so she forgets all the knowledge she has learned in the past Who knows why.
But then again, if her child hadn't died, she would have been born by now But alas, there are no ifs in this world.
Thinking of his unborn child, Ciel's eyes were no longer as full of spirit and joy as he had just seen the potion in the bowl turn brown, but gradually became hollow, watching the bowl of potion boiling under the impetus of fire as if he had no soul.
I don't know how those friends, those relatives, those pets, and those enemies are doing on the other side In the dead of night, will they think of her as much as she thinks of them Will it Well, maybe.
Her friends and relatives feel sad when they think of her.
Her pet who was dependent on her would tear her tears at the thought of her, snatching alone in the corner and licking the invisible and tearable wound in her heart.
As for her enemy, that man.
How would he react when he thought of her?
Cill looked up at the sky outside the room with red eyes.
The sky here is much more beautiful than in Europe because it is not polluted and unlit, and the sky is full of stars, and even the Milky Way can be seen. oshow7 t1706231537: