The Phantom of the Opera Music Angel

What Darlene drank was a cup of boiling oil.

The boiling oil burned her lips, tongue, throat, and vocal cords in an instant...everything about singing was taken away in an instant.

Darlene fell into Eric's arms, and smiled slightly when she saw how terrified he was almost crying.

She exhausted all her strength and mobilized her vocal cords that had not yet completely died to make a final sound:

"I Love you."

Darlene passed out in Eric's arms, and Eric cried with tears all over his face, kissing her face like crazy.

Christine had already climbed down from the statue, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up and take her away, let's go to the doctor." Eric seemed to be guided, and hurriedly followed her words, picking up Darlene Running fast.

Shani appeared from the stairs at this moment, and was shocked to see the man wearing a half mask crying while hugging the beautiful girl in his arms, and Christine followed anxiously.

"Quick! Raul! Let's go to the doctor!"

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When Darlene woke up, she subconsciously wanted to take a breath, but the sharp pain in her throat made her frown.

it hurts!

"Dalena..." Eric sat on the edge of her bed, looked at her with sad and gentle eyes, reached out as if wanting to touch her face, but didn't dare, "Are you okay?"

He has lost a lot of weight, his eyes are sunken even more, his clothes are worn crookedly on his body, and his stubble has grown a little and he doesn't know how to manage it.And he—was not wearing a mask.

She smiled, trying to ignore the excruciating pain caused by the movement of the facial muscles.

This is how they used to communicate.

"No... Darlene, darling, I mean," he said quickly, with a hint of hope, but he didn't seem to dare to finish, "I mean, darling, can you still talk?"

She tried to make a sound, but there was a sharp pain. She tried to use more force, but it was useless. She was drenched in sweat.She lost her voice again.

"Don't do this, Darlene." Eric broke down in tears, bent down and hugged her gently, as if he was afraid of deepening the pain a little bit, "It won't work, it's all my fault."

She smiled hard and reached out to pat his back lightly.

She is comforting him.She is saying, it doesn't matter, hasn't she lived like this for 11 years?Besides, she has a violin.

Eric got up slowly, stared into her beautiful black eyes, suddenly knelt down on one knee, took out a rose from his bosom, and handed it to her.

That is really a beautiful rose.It exudes a metallic icy luster, and the carvings are extremely detailed and meticulous, so lifelike.The use of color is very exaggerated, the deepest red is used for the flowers, and the deepest green for the stems. The cold metallic luster makes this rose even more bewitching and beautiful.

Darlene took the rose and smiled at Eric.

Who else can have such a craft besides him?

"For you." He said quickly.

Darlene stroked the rose lightly, and suddenly froze.

Small green thorns were carved out of the rose's stem, and she looked at Eric in disbelief, who was looking at her encouragingly.

Darlene's hands trembled, she gently stroked the rose, and suddenly found a little looseness, she pulled the rose from there with a little force, and the inside was waxed and smooth.

Inside the rose lies a ring.

Darlene's lips trembled, she couldn't speak, her squirming lips clearly said: "Eric?"

Eric took out the ring with his own hands, grabbed Darlene's right hand, and slowly put it on her ring finger.

"Dear Darlene," his voice was choked with sincerity, "I love you, will you be my wife?"

Darlene's eyes fell on the ring.It was a very beautiful ring indeed.A large ruby ​​was set in the golden ring, surrounded by small diamonds.The ring was now on her fair finger.

There is no need to ask why he gave up his musical angel Christine to propose to her, and there is no need to ask whether he has pity or love for himself.The long-term tacit understanding convinced Darlene that what she saw in Eric's eyes at this moment was true love.

She nodded.

The author has something to say: Eric proposes, Sahua! ! !

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