Goodbye, My Wretched Love! By Dolly Molly

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Sofia felt sore all over, her throat was sore, her stomach was burning and uncomfortable, and her bones seemed to be crushed.

Last night, the two of them were crazy and asked each other for the temperature they wanted. They were both bitingly cold people in the cold night, hoping for the last bit of warmth.

Both she and he were scarred and drained of all enthusiasm, and in the end she passed out.

He didn’t know when Finley took her to the bathroom to wash, and then sent her to sleep in his arms.

“Are you awake?” The breath of the man next to his ear was a little messy, and his voice was hoarse and low because he deliberately endured the pain in his heart.

Sofia’s body trembled slightly, and her head slowly leaned against his arms, humming.

Finley sighed deeply and hugged her tightly.

After a storm last night, the weather turned fine, and the damp smell of the soil after the rain permeated through the carved windows.

The curtains were only half drawn, and the shreds of sunlight shone on Finley’s muscular shoulders, leaving bruised and purple teeth bite marks, and even the skin was torn and covered with marshmallows.

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There were streaks of blood on his back, and he felt the woman’s overwhelming hatred to kill him.

The traces on Sofia’s body can’t be seen anywhere, she is too thin, although Finley has been raising her these days, and when Susan was in the villa, she cooked three meals a day carefully, so she was raised a little bit, but she was still thin Pitiful.

Finley’s arms around her tightened slightly, wishing to melt her into his own flesh and blood.

Sofia didn’t speak, both were exhausted from the pain.

Finley couldn’t help laughing under his breath, “The grudge is gone, isn’t it?”

Sofia didn’t dare to raise her head, didn’t dare to look at his left arm, it was bald, as if a corner of her own heart was missing.

“Relieve the hatred,” Sofia’s voice was rough, and Finley’s heart throbbed, he hugged her tightly, lowered his head and carefully kissed her soft heart.

His voice was extremely tender and gentle, and there was even a hint of pleading in it.

“Relieve the hatred, just live with me, let’s stop making trouble, okay?”

“Yeah,” Sofia replied.

She wished she could take his life, but she couldn’t do it.

he fell in love with the daughter who killed

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are divided into two halves, usually in hell, and half in heaven, switching back and forth between these two modes at

cautiously on the door

“Mr. Stwart, ma’am?”

they are not just a world of two, but that there are many people who put their entire fortunes and

pushed Finley away, and subconsciously sat up, but because of the injuries on

the palm–sized ornament on the head

of Luke’s hurried fleeing

embarrassment. Justin and the others

and surrounded him one after another.

is it

boss

Stwart’s

the

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slight chill on the back of his neck, and he always feels that Mr. Stwart’s hit just now was aimed at his

a door in the middle, he looked at the lumps in front of him angrily, gritted his teeth and said coldly, “I’m not dead, if it wasn’t for the bedroom door blocking it,

Paul hurriedly turned around to prepare medicines, Luke asked the cook to cook some

just prepared the noodles when Finley changed into clean pajamas and walked down slowly.

very suitable for black clothes, and he can always wear an aristocratic

speak. They looked helplessly at the

Finley hid in his room after being amputated. A few days ago, Paul took

one could bear this kind of thing, let

living a very decadent life, and they didn’t dare to say anything in front of Finley, even dared to

words of persuasion.

a god in

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had shut himself up for more than 20 days without speaking, felt like a human being again because his wife had been here for such a

others didn’t dare to move the fork, they all

unison. Finley picked up the plate himself, put the pasta and side dishes on the plate, poured a glass of hot milk, and glanced at Paul.

neck, and Finley said flatly, “Come up in half an