It turns out that a person who is extremely proud in his bones will also say that he is wrong.
The sea breeze roared, and the waves crashed against the shore and the rocks. Ralph grabbed Misilika and pulled her back. "Don't go over there. The wind is strong over there. It's dangerous."
Milixika didn't care: "Let me go, you let me go, Wei Lai, I want Wei Lai."
"He's dead!"
Ralph's voice was carried by the sea breeze.
The three words "he's dead" fell so clearly into Milicica's ears. She looked at the rolling waves in panic, her eyes full of despair: "No, no..."
Big tears rolled down her face, and her voice became hoarse: "Wei Lai will not die, he won't die."
"younger sister."
Ralph tries to pull Millicia up.
But no matter how hard he tried, she just refused to get up and knelt on the ground.
"Sister, sister...sister..."
Ralph squatted down and faced Milica's tear-blurred eyes: "Milicica!"
Ralph yelled her name, "Wake up, he's dead."
"No, he's not dead."
Milicia slapped Ralph's hands. Ralph tried to hug the excited Milicia, but Milicia pushed Ralph away again and again, like a madman: "You are talking nonsense. He is not dead. How could Wei Lai die? No way, no way."
Her voice was hysterical.
Roar until your voice becomes hoarse.
This time, Ralph pulled Milicica into his arms, hugged her, and pressed his hand on the back of Milicica's head: "Sister, don't be sad about this."
Milicica, who was held in Ralph's arms, cried like a child: "Save him, brother, I beg you to save him, save him."
As she cried, she lost her strength and her body seemed to be about to fall.
Ralph picked her up.
Milicica struggled: "Save him, you must save him, please, brother, save him, please, I beg you."
How could Mrs. Laura not feel pained when she saw Milicica crying like this?
That's her daughter.
She wouldn't allow her to cry like this.
"Someone, bring Milisika back."
Mrs. Laura gave the order, and immediately a servant came forward and supported Misilica.
Misilica shook her head: "No, I'm not going back."
She ran to Madam Laura and held her wrist. "Mother, please save him, please. I beg you, please save him."
"Save him? Ha!"
Madam Laura uttered an almost cold laugh: "Daughter, tell me, why should I save him? What is the reason for saving him?"
"Mother……"
Tears were still falling down. Mrs. Laura felt distressed when she saw it, so she reached out and took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from Milicica's cheeks.
But when the handkerchief was about to touch her cheek, Milicica held Mrs. Laura's hand and the handkerchief, "Mother, I love him."
These three words were finally spoken in this way at this moment.
Mrs. Laura asked her, "Who do you love?"
Misilika cried so anxiously, her body trembling slightly: "I love him, I love Wei Lai, mother, I really love him, mother..."
Mrs. Laura withdrew her hand, her expression cold: "What's the point of saying you love him now? He's dead, Milicica, you have to accept this fact."
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