"No matter how much she looks like, she's just a substitute. Arthur doesn't seem to want you to call her daddy," she strode over. She was really disappointed with this woman. No one thought of her as Green.
Di saw it. She really thought that she was a princess when she put on that suit of clothes. They all knew Fred's identity. He was Arthur's subordinate, but he was also Arthur's relative.
Vera was so angry that she stomped her foot. This damn woman, once her status was confirmed, she would be the first to drive her out of their home in England.
"What are you looking at, slave?" She turned around and saw a thin figure standing in front of her, holding a bucket of water in her hand. Her face was wrapped in cloth, only a pair of eyes were exposed.
outside.
She walked by, but she was still angry. She directly picked up the bucket of water, and suddenly poured it on the person who blocked her. A bucket of cold water was poured down. She kicked it with her foot to relieve her anger, and then looked at
Her own shoes, damn woman, made her shoes dirty.
"It's so ugly." She raised her head and saw the girl lying on the ground. The shocking scars on her face fell into her eyes. "It's such a disgusting face. It looks so disgusting. You might as well die."
Forget it."
She threw the bucket on the ground and clapped her hands, wondering if she would have nightmares at night.
After she left, Lotte slowly sat up. She gently stroked her legs, then picked up the piece of cloth on the ground and wrapped it around her face.
She lifted the bucket, and crystal water drops fell from her hair. She looked into the distance, closed her eyes, and felt a dizzy feeling that she had never experienced before. It was so ugly, so disgusting, so ugly.
I'd rather die.
However, she still couldn't let it go, still couldn't let it go.
Holding the bucket, she looked at the water on her body, turned around, and when her figure appeared again, there was another bucket in her hand. In the sun, she burned the water under the trees in the palace, one by one.
of watering.
The clothes she was wearing were extremely cold. The wind blew over her, and she couldn't help shivering. She raised her head and wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. Don't cry, don't cry, Lotte doesn't cry.
It's a good thing to see mommy. Mommy is doing well now, and daddy is also doing well. Then, brother, maybe it will be fine.
She comforted herself in this way, but she became more and more uncomfortable and sad, and her tears could not be wiped away.
Fianna gently covered Lotte with the quilt, but she saw a string of tears hanging on her long eyelashes. She sighed. She had never seen her like this before, and she was really
I don’t know what happened to her. In the past, Lotte never cried like this even if she was very hard or in pain.
What made her so heartbroken? She sighed. She didn't want to say it, and she really didn't know.
Poor child, when you are asleep, I hope you have a sweet dream and will not have any pain in the future? She sat aside and fell asleep leaning against the corner.
Vera put on the latest clothes and looked at herself in front of the mirror from time to time. She was so beautiful. She really needed good clothes. So now she is more beautiful than before. She eats well, wears well, and is in a good mood.
Even better, she took another look at herself to make sure she was really perfect before walking out.
Yin Sa also walked over at the same time. When he put a hand in his pocket, he was mature, steady, noble, and extraordinary. He was the highest king in this country.
Vera stood there, looking at him fascinated, but Yin Sa just walked past her, without even looking at her. This made Vera feel particularly frustrated. Why didn't he look at her? Didn't he say,
Did he love Lotte very much? Why did he never look at her even though they looked the same?
"Are you angry?" Milly held an apple in her hand and took a bite. Vera's face changed a little. Why is she this annoying woman again? Why can she meet her everywhere?
"You're not angry, you're almost dying of anger?" Millie said very rudely as she took another bite of the apple.
"Milly, be careful what you say," Vera didn't want to lose face in front of others, especially in front of this woman. She raised her chin, as if she didn't want to look at her at all.
"Haha..." Milly sneered, it was really fun.
"Dear, what are you doing here? Didn't we agree to go to the beach?" Fred's loud voice came, just before others could hear it, and then, just a few seconds later,
He leaned directly on Milly's body. "My dear, let's go," he simply thought that Vera was like air.
This made Vera even more angry, but when facing Fred, she just couldn't say a word. After all, she was still afraid, after all, it was this person who brought her here.
'Okay, let's go.' Milly took another bite of the apple, and then put all the apples in Fred's hands, and Fredfd just picked up the apple and took a bite himself. Well, dear bite.
The past apples are much more delicious than other apples.
"Fred, does that woman really look like Lotte?" Milly leaned on Fredfd and pointed at Vera in front of her. Fred put down the apple in his hand. Only then did he see the woman in front of him.
He didn't notice the time, because his eyes were all focused on his dear ones.
"You mean her?" Fred looked at her carefully. She had dyed hair and eyes, but something didn't feel right.
"When I first saw it, there was some resemblance, but now it's not too similar. Xiaoguai is very cute and innocent, but she is a little bit different. I guess no one will think of her except the wife who misses her so much.
Be a good boy."
After saying that, he took another bite of the apple. "And we only have one little darling, there is no way there will be a second one." That would be too unfair to their little darling, and their love would only be reserved for the little darling.
.
"I thought they were so similar, but it turns out they're nothing more than that," Milly smiled intentionally, forcing Vera to lower her head and grit her teeth to endure. What does it mean to be just like this, and what does it mean to be different? This woman,
I really like to be against her, she really hates her.
"Ah, the more I look at it, the less it looks like it. My little boy is very well behaved," Fred said with great pride. Although the little girl is gone, in his heart, that child is his pride. Of course, she also looks at it.
As for the older one, if she were still alive now, she would still be that extremely beautiful child. But, now, there is no need to say anything. She might have turned into a little angel.
Vera's head lowered again, and she endured it with all her strength.