ought
leaving
alone
in
an
orphanage
would
ke
stronger?
You
thought
that
was
love?
Do
you
know
the
kind
of
life
I
had
there?”(你以为把我留在孤儿院能让我更好、更坚强?!你以为那就是爱?!你知道我在那里经受了什么吗!?)
梅洛普更加焦急,身体微微向前倾,眼珠急切地打转:“No,
To
It
wasn’t
love.
It
was
fear.
It
was
guilt.
I
was
so
consud
by
what
I’d
done,
by
what
I
was,
that
I
couldn’t
see
anything
else.
Not
even
you.
&n
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