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Chapter 13

Tricia was handcuffed, and after being transported by a fighter plane, she was taken to an underground prison in the city of the future.

Her eyes were lost, and she was led to her cell by the agent like a walking corpse.

Tricia's mind was still blank, and she couldn't believe everything in front of her.

Is this all true?

She asked herself in her heart, and her brain kept replaying everything today like a movie screen.

Tricia couldn't remember how she got up, had breakfast, and then went out to meet Ellie and Dolores.

"Tricia, everything will pass, when we catch Dolores Green, you can sing your songs freely..."

Mrs. Pangbo was holding her shoulders behind her, and her eyes were looking at her in the mirror. The mother and daughter had very similar faces but showed very different expressions.

She looked dazed and helpless, like a little beast crawling out of its lair for the first time, and Mrs. Pombo's eyes shone with ambition and confidence.

When this is over, she won't have to do these things anymore... Migratory Bird will gradually exclude her, and she will be truly free.

This was playing in her brain like a spell, but when she saw the two people sitting behind the window, she suddenly felt extremely timid.

How can she do this?

Tricia felt as if she was drowning in self-blame and guilt every minute she got along with them.

However, the pain licked the soles of her feet like tongues of fire, forcing her to move forward.

The dazzling incandescent lamps in the corridor emitted light that she couldn't look directly at like a string of suns, and there was nothing at the end of the empty corridor.

Tricia felt dizzy, her tears dried up on her face, and her eyes were sore.

You deserve it, Tricia.

She said to herself almost numbly.

She was escorted through the corridor, and Tricia didn't notice that there were two sunken eyes on a small glass window in a certain door next to her, watching her walk away in a daze.

Elson stood in his cell and watched Tricia walk towards a certain room. He squinted thoughtfully: "Oh, the action is really fast."

He watched her disappear before slowly turning around and sitting down on his single bed.

Tricia came in so quickly, unexpectedly, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was quite cruel and seemed to be very decisive.

Elson suddenly raised the corners of his mouth silently. Maybe soon, every room here will be filled with the people he knew in the past.

He doesn't feel guilty about it, and honestly, this ending seems destined.

Unless Dolores finds a way to Nahaganah, these people are taken to Nahaganah to be executed according to the laws of their homeland.

Elson lay down on the bed, curled his lips, if it was him, he would stay on the earth safely.

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Dolores lay quietly on the bed, looking at the faintly visible coastline outside the French windows.

Dark clouds gathered in patches, the ocean was surging with surging tides, the sky was dark, and it was going to rain soon.

She spent a lot of time with Ellie yesterday and she had shed tears, but she didn't seem to be any better.

Dolores only felt that part of her heart was empty. This feeling was indescribable, but she was no stranger to it.

This is the same feeling as watching Mars leave.

Dolores didn't know what she would face next, what she would lose, but she didn't want to think about it now.

She would rather sleep enough and willfully ignore everyone's worries until she has the strength to regain her strength and continue to do unfinished things.

It was the first time in her more than ten years of life that she had to face all this, like a small boat bumping on the waves in rough waves and storms. The light had not yet appeared, but she was already tired.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a hesitant knock on the door, followed by the doorknob being turned open.

Dolores turned her head and unexpectedly met Peter's hasty smile.

"Hey...would you like some strawberry milkshake?"

In his hand was a cup of pink drink filled with snow-white cream, dotted with a bright red cherry.

"I made it myself."

Dolores sat up from the bed, Peter walked to the edge of the bed, sat gently on the edge of the bed, and handed her the milkshake.

"Thank you."

Her voice was unexpectedly low and hoarse, and Dolores didn't even need to look to know that her eyes were probably very red and swollen.

She took the milkshake and took a sip through the straw.

Very sweet taste, there are some strawberries in it.

The sweetness fills the entire mouth, and a delicious creamy taste bursts on the tip of the tongue.

Like a ray of light briefly appearing in the dark clouds, Dolores suddenly gained strength, she raised her head and smiled at Peter: "It's delicious."

Peter let out a long sigh of relief: "That would be great."

He'd tried it probably a dozen times, and now the kitchen sink was filled with a sweet, milky smell and crumbling creamy froth, and a pile of cutlery.

But at least it made Dolores smile, and Peter immediately felt that it was all worth it.

However, Dolores suddenly sighed: "It's really not good for me to be like this."

She shook her head feebly, her messy blond hair swaying with it.

"what happened?"

Peter asked quickly.

"I shouldn't be too depressed all the time. You will always worry about me. There are too many things now. I can't keep distracting you."

"how come!"

Peter immediately denied it, and he paused: "But everyone is really worried about you, and Tony asked me to tell you that everything is fine so that you can relax."

Dolores nodded, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "I will, I will cheer up as soon as possible—"

She drank the whole glass, but Peter ate the cherry on top of the cream.

Strength and confidence surged in Dolores' heart again.

Now is not the time to be decadent, the road ahead is still difficult, and she will never back down.

She kissed Peter on the cheek, but he stiffened.

"how?"

"I just felt a pang of sadness for myself."

Peter said deeply: "And I can't help but despise myself as a pervert in my heart."

Dolores immediately sneered: "Because your girlfriend is too young?"

Peter broke his jar and threw himself on the bed: "I really miss the time when we could kiss—"

If he could have foreseen this day, Peter seriously thought, he would kiss her a hundred times a day.

However, the young man in love can only wait for a miracle every day, hoping that the laurel tree can turn back into his Daphne again.

oh! !He is now Apollo! !evil! !