Chapter 1767

It's strange that although the sparks were rare that day, they were useless. Who stole this?

"Check it out!" Snow road only under this order, then let the wood like a fire butt to go.

She slowly walked to the place where the sky sparks had grown, slowly crouched down, paused, and dug this piece of soil with her hands.

He was so precious that day. Maybe this flower had any great use, but she destroyed the whole piece, and only one survived. Now he's gone. Will this flower follow him?

She went straight here, expecting to find a little hope from the flower, but she didn't expect to lose even the hope.

She was unwilling to dig on the ground with her hands, but she did not dig anything.

Apart from the dried leaves on the ground, she couldn't find anything to do with the flower.

She stood up with muddy hands and looked at the flower bed stupidly. She was in a trance for a moment. It seemed that she saw him standing there, serving the flower

"God......" She stretched out her hand to hold him, but she held an empty one.

Hallucination, it's just a hallucination.

She stood like a fool for a moment and leaned over to pick up a dead leaf, which was so withered that she could not find any green. It seemed that she had been baked many times by the hot sun.

She raised her hand and touched the blade carefully, lest it should be touched.

Leaves are leaves, or dry leaves.

She closed her eyes slightly and carefully put the blade into her storage space

She studied the soil in the garden again. There is no difference between the soil here and other places. She can study almost all kinds of chemical components of the soil, but still can't find out why.

However, this day the spark can only grow here. Maybe there is a special reason. God Jiuli should know, but he will never tell her by himself.

She stood up and looked around.

The courtyard is empty. Since the God Jiuli left, the wood steward did not let anyone else live in it. It has been empty.

Time passed so long that she threw away everything about him at that time that she could hardly smell him here.

She went into the house again.

The house is also empty, and nothing about him can be found. She looks at her hand. She was so clear at that time! Not so clean! Today, it's hard for her to find something belonging to him in this house

She sat on the bed, which was not the one he had slept in before.

It's just an ordinary wooden bed. It's a bit annoying to sit on.

She sat on the bed for a long time, her eyes drooping, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Or until now, her brain is still in a mess, and she hasn't found the real clue.

She knew that she should go to the Vatican Palace to see her son now, but she didn't know how to face him for a while

And her spirit is very poor now, her eyes are astringent, her head hurts badly, her heart More blocking!

After all, her heart has just broken, a little more activity, the heart and mouth pain, pain like to break again.

She can't let it break, and she doesn't want to die.

His wish is that she should live well. How can she not keep his wish?

So no matter how hard it is, she will try to live.

She needs to adjust her mind a little to see her son, otherwise he will be more sad to see her like this