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Milica came to the front garden, which was full of Louis XVI's red roses.
Almost every flower was in full bloom. When she reached out to pick them, she was pricked by the thorns on the rose stems. However, there was no bleeding. It was just a light prick that did not penetrate deep into the stems.
But Milicica still lost her temper!
She picked up the shovel beside her and smashed it on the roses one by one. The petals fell into the soil, accompanied by the fragrance of roses.
"asshole!"
"I hate you!"
"I obviously hate you, I hate you, how could I possibly miss you? I won't miss you, never!"
Milicica wielded a shovel.
In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the Louis XVI roses were destroyed.
The servant came forward and said, "Dear Miss Milicica, what's wrong with you?"
"Get out of here!"
Milicica waved a shovel at the servant who came forward to ask worried questions: "We don't need anyone here, all of you go away, go away."
The servant was frightened and quickly stepped back to report to the Duchess.
Soon the Duchess arrived in the front garden.
What I saw was Milica squatting among the Louis XVI roses, her arms scratched by the thorns, and she sat there motionless.
She was quiet, her eyes fixed on one place, as if she was hurt and didn't want to talk to anyone.
Mrs. Laura came over and stood quietly beside Milicica for a while.
Perhaps she finally noticed that there was someone standing next to her, Milicica slowly raised her head and looked at Mrs. Laura.
"Mother."
When she spoke, her voice was a little hoarse.
Mrs. Laura squatted down, reached out, and touched Milicca's hair lovingly.
Gently brushing away her hair from her forehead, he said, "My dear Milisica, if you have anything that makes you unhappy, can you tell me? I am willing to be your listener."
Tears welled up in Milicia's eyes instantly, and she threw herself into Mrs. Laura's arms.
She was always so proud, but now she was crying like a child: "Mother, I never thought what I did was wrong, I did nothing wrong..."
"Of course." Mrs. Laura wiped the tears from Milicica's cheeks with a handkerchief. "My daughter is never wrong and is the most worthy."
It had been a long time since Milisica had broken down like this.
When she left him, left the city of Xihua, and returned to Simantu, she never shed a tear.
She kept laughing.
Because from the beginning she knew what she wanted to achieve.
But why... in the end, she was so reluctant...
"What have you learned in this year in Xihua? Tell me." Mrs. Laura lifted Milisica's chin and asked her.
Milicica frowned and stood up: "Mother, I don't want to mention anything about my time in Xihua anymore. I will pretend that I have never been to Xihua."
"Of course."
Mrs. Laura smiled kindly and calmly: "Milicica, you know, I respect all your decisions, but you can't help but love yourself. No matter what you do, you have to be responsible for yourself, provided that I don't allow you to hurt yourself."
"Mother, what are you talking about?"
Milicica asked hesitantly.
Mrs. Laura looked at Milicica and said, "You've been sleepy lately and often have symptoms of retching. I've arranged for a doctor to examine you."
When Milicica heard about the inspection, her first reaction was to resist: "I don't need it! I don't need it!"
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