同一支笔（1）【汤姆梅洛普母子治愈向】

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泪水刺痛着双眼。汤姆不住地摇头。他像个孩子一般缩在办公桌后面，为了稳住声音里的颤抖，嗓调轻了下来。

“No,

ther.

If

you

loved

,

you

wouldn’t

have

chosen

death.”（不，母亲。如果你爱我，你当时就不会选择去死。）

梅洛普惊慌地摇着头，“No…no,

darling

boy!

The

choice

was

never

between

you

and

death,

darling.

I

wanted

to

live…to

live,

for

you.

But

in

that

nt…I…I

couldn’t

use

any

gic.

My

strength

was

gone…

My

will,

shattered.

I

wanted

to

stay,

to 

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