The Phantom of the Opera Music Angel

Apprentice, he already has one, not many, but he is very satisfied.

Kristen Daye is very talented.

It was also a small, pretty girl with curly flaxen hair and brown eyes.

Although she had never actually met him.

Darlene's soft little hand rested on his palm weakly after spelling, and he was a little panicked, the little girl was such a delicate thing, her little hand was so soft, he didn't even dare to squeeze it.At this moment, the little hand moved, shook slightly, and patted his palm.He was taken aback for a moment before he realized that this was an expression of her consent.

Seeing that Darlene was pale from the cold, the man frowned and took off the poncho, wrapped her small body, and hurried on the way with her in his arms.

It's still raining.

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Darlene woke up in a very beautiful bed.

It was a bed that could satisfy all the fantasies of any five-year-old girl.The dark golden bed is shaped like an open shell, and the light pink soft bedding on the bed is just like mussel meat in the shell, carefully nurturing the pearl lying there.The dark gray lace curtain separates the two worlds outside the bed, which is vague and unclear.There is an exquisite music box on the small cabinet next to the bed, on which sits a little monkey in a Persian robe, making cymbal knocking movements.The music box is streaming soft and beautiful music.

Darlene opened her eyes wide, touched the dark gray curtain curiously, and was surprised by the softness of the mattress under her body, stretched out her hand and pressed it again and again.However, she stopped after only a few strokes.Certainly not because of lack of curiosity, a strong hunger was haunting her.

She got up and wanted to get off the bed, but her body was too weak after not eating for a long time, and Darlene fell to the ground all of a sudden, her little face wrinkled in pain.

A pair of warm hands hugged her, gently patted the ashes on her body, put her back on the bed, and raised the curtain.Only then did Darlene realize that the clothes on her body had been changed, and she had changed into a white pajamas, but it was a little loose.

The woman who picked her up was a woman who looked about 23 or [-] years old, wearing a long black dress and a black veil on her head, with obvious mourning on her face.This is a woman who has just lost her husband.

Darlene has been obediently letting her move. Long-term experience tells her that if she behaves well, she will not be beaten, and she is indeed powerless.

The woman spoke, her voice was not pleasant, but it was gentle: "Hello, dear Darlene. I am Mrs. Geary."

Darlene nodded obediently to show that she remembered.

There was a smile on Mrs. Geary's pale face, and there was a trace of pity: "Eric told me that you seem to be unable to speak. It's a pity, my dear Darlene."

Eric?Darlene tilted her head slightly, doubts evident on her pretty face.

Mrs. Geary smiled: "It's the boy who brought you back. Well, Darlene, I guess you want to eat something now. Wait a minute, I'll go get it, don't fall down again." He hugged Darlene a little closer to the middle of the bed, kissed her cold little face lightly, got up and left.

During the whole process, Darlene was extremely docile, until the woman left, her body trembled slightly, obviously a little scared of the woman leaving, but she didn't react violently.

Habits are a terrible thing.

The little girl who was sitting obediently with her eyelashes down suddenly realized that at some point, a black figure appeared in front of her.

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Darlene is cute, I like pretty and well-behaved little girls the most~