Novel1Chapter 87 It will be a dawn after the nightmares.
"No... No!" Sonia struggled on the edge of the cliff and resisted, "Dixon, you are the devil, you have donesuch a harm, can you have a little regret in your heart?! However, Dixon's face quickly turned into Quincy's face. The man smiled and pushed her directly into the abyss. Sonia screamed and heard his cold voice. "It's not a pity for a pretentious woman like you to die!" "Ah--!" Sonia woke up from a nightmare, and then looked at the weather outside the window. It was already night. She took medicine and slept until now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe plot in the dream seemed to make her feel afraid. Her heart kept beating in her thin chest. Sonia felt that she had returned to the days haunted by nightmares. She could not get rid of the shadow and redeem herself. There was no considerate figure to help her warm the milk when she woke up. Sonia's eyes went red, but she didn't let her tears fall. She got up to get hot water for herself and took the medicine out of the drawer. Her silent figure cast on the wall, only a solitary shadow. It was so lonely that would drive her crazy. Victor was not here, and Eaton was gone. People around her hurt her again and again. How should she prevent these people? She knew, she knew everything, but this was a real dead-end.
Oh, God, please. That's enough, givea break......
Sonia held the cup in her hand and felt that tears would fall again. She held back her tears. She used her cold body to open the notebook computer and saw Mr. Mr. Thomas send an email when she was not online, which said that her design was favored by the manufacturer. Now a special assembly line has been set up to produce the bags she designed. They hoped she could provide them with the details of style and materials as soon as possible.
It was like a faint light in a dark day. Sonia once felt that she couldn't live, but this faint but firm belief dragged her fragmented life forward. She clenched her hands and her broken pinky trembled faintly. In the mid-night, all the lights in the building went out. Only the room of Sonia emitted a dim light. The woman's pale face was full of sickness that could not be concealed, but her eyes were surprisingly bright. She stared at the screen. There were countless waste manuscripts at hand, full of various shapes and models, and structures.
From the darkness to the dawn, the woman finally looked up from her desk, scanned her drawings into the computer, and then sent this reply to the manager in the form of email.
She looked at the light in the sky and whispered softly, "It's dawn..." It illuminated her world together.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEaton, this bag is designed byand you, I will not let it go halfway, I will let the whole world witness our efforts!
Sonia stood up and poured herself another cup of hot water, then sat down and continued her work. She was very careful and serious. Her scattered hair fell on her forehead, which looked quite tender and pretty.
The woman seems to make up her mind. Her eyes look determined.
Even if the Donald Family.
Donald Family is no longer as good as the past, even if she is no longer the Noble Lady in the Donald family, her pride and talent are as always there!
The hand holding the pen trembled faintly. Sonia's eyes blushed as he drew, but she held back hard. Be strong, she forced herself to live, live, and one day there will be dawn!
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