Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

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Chapter 813

The fire should break out soon, and the corridor was not safe.

Crystal's eyelashes trembled, and her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. "You want to carry me on your

back?"

Lars' state was not much better than hers.

"Cut the crap." Lars squatted in front of Crystal and said, "Hurry up. Don't talk about those trivial things. I'll leave by

myself if you drag it on."

Crystal lay down peacefully on his back. Maybe it was because Lars's physical quality was really good. Although he

walked slowly, he carried Crystal on his back and walked out step by step. He moved much faster than Crystal

herself.

"Hey." First, he was hit by a heavy wooden frame that left a blistering burn on his back, then he fell onto the

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charcoal and burst the blister, probably cooking the flesh. Now he was carrying someone on his back, and he was in

a lot of pain, gritting his teeth. He had to talk to Crystal to distract himself. "Who did you piss off to get locked up in

there?"

Crystal said, "She's probably more roasted than a roast pig."

Lars said, "Did she want to die with you? How much hatred did she have?"

Crystal closed her eyes in pain. "I don't know. Maybe I stole her lollipop from her during kindergarten in my previous

life."

Her whole body was abnormally hot, and her clothes were soaked with cold sweat. Her lungs and throat were

getting more and more uncomfortable. She struggled to say, "Lars, if I don't breathe later, don't give up on me.

Maybe I can still be saved."

Lars was shocked.

Crystal put her head gently on Lars's shoulder and said slowly, "I apologize to you for what happened last time. You

are not a problematic adult. You are super handsome today."

"Thank you."

Lars was stunned, and the breath on his neck seemed to have disappeared. He felt a chill on his back. "Hey..."

After thinking for a long time, he remembered the name of the little girl who was very eye-catching in school.

"Crystal."

"If you die, I'll dig a hole for you. Do you hear me?"

"You are not allowed to die!"

"The preliminary diagnosis is that she was poisoned by carbon monoxide!"

"A large area of her body has been scalded by high temperature."

"Her breathing is weak..."

"Send out the critical condition notification!"

Crystal fell into a deep dream.

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In fact, she didn't have anything worth remembering when she was young. Only when she met Harold did the world

finally become colorful.

She remembered the first time she saw Harold when he playfully smiled with a teasing edge while holding her

seated in a coffin. She recalled their first trip to the amusement park, where Harold turned his head and looked at

her with a gentle, shallow tenderness in his eyes. She also thought of that night when the cool breeze blew and she

sat next to him, looking up at the starry sky. The universe had evolved for billions of years and finally revealed its

magnificent and breathtaking beauty, but at that moment, she was only cautiously stealing glances at his profile.

Perhaps because she had experienced the ups and downs of human emotions from a young age, she was

somewhat slow in perceiving emotions. She could distinguish whether someone's intentions towards her were good

or bad, but it took a lot of effort for her to understand why someone would have such intentions.

She didn't know what she liked.

When she was in high school at Sunshine Village, Farley really put in a lot of effort to pursue her. Whether it was

helping her drive away bullies or silently walking her through a dark and scary road in the early morning without

any light, Crystal saw it all and knew Farley's intentions. But she couldn't understand his feelings for her.

But in this deep dream, Crystal suddenly thought.

If she liked this kind of abstract emotion and had a name in her world, it should be called Harold.

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