Chapter 1891: 1891
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Claire and Irving, Irving and Claire. No one knows the past between them, and can only capture the past that disappeared with the wind in a few words.
At this time, Claire's sight between Owen and the brachiosaurus softened-her coldness and arrogance gradually faded, revealing a trace of fragility and struggle in the depths of her eyes, and it seems that she has not touched Owen's heart until now. Her wounds awakened the sleeping memories in her mind, which made her a little unbearable.
"Shhh." Owen cared softly, and continued to gently stroke/touch the head of the brachiosaurus with his left hand. There was a little sadness in his gentle expression, but it was well hidden, as if he was taking care of a sleeping baby. , There was a light noise in his throat, gradually quieting the surrounding noise.
Claire's footsteps finally approached. She was a little hesitant and a little frightened. Faced with such a behemoth, even if she knew that the other party was a herbivore, even if she knew that the other party was dying, the kind of rejection due to human nature was still Let her steps be cautious.
Finally, she stopped in front of Owen and the brachiosaurus.
Owen was still tapping the head of the brachiosaurus slightly. The brachiosaurus opened his eyes slightly, seeming to enjoy a moment of peace, revealing a light halo, and he could not help but let out a comfortable moan/groan, as if he had found it. A little bit of comfort, but this bit of comfort made the pain before death become more and more hideous-Claire felt it. The vivid and delicate emotions were like human beings, making Claire empathize.
Her gaze fell on Owen's focused expression, and she squatted down involuntarily, overcoming the fear in her heart, hesitantly stretched out her right hand, and slowly approached the brachiosaurus head, but did not dare to take it too seriously. Of course, worrying that his urgency might scare the wise creatures before him.
Then, Claire noticed that Owen’s eyes were projecting over. Those deep and clear eyes did not have the usual jokes of joking and joking. The sincere light concealed the struggle deep in her heart, and she nodded gently to give affirmation, and then Claire noticed that Owen had withdrawn her right hand slightly, and she followed the instructions to place her right hand where Owen's right hand was just now.
Claire was still a little hesitant, her right hand trembled slightly, but she did not back down after all. When her right hand slowly landed on the cheek of the brachiosaurus, she could feel the pain and struggle revealed by the gently trembling muscles. It seems that the vitality is slowly passing away little by little--
It is not just a book number, it is not just a park property, it is a life, a fresh and real life. It has its own emotions and thoughts, its own happiness and sadness, and its own pain and sorrow. Perhaps those emotions are relatively simple and basic, but they are unquestionably true.
It is not just it, but it should be him or her.
After Claire left her office, it was the first time she came into contact with the group of dinosaurs she was responsible for so close, and she finally felt the origin of Owen’s compassion, but...Is it too late? ? The creatures in front of her are withering and dying, does she have no chance to recover?
There was also a sadness in Claire's eyes, and even the surrounding air couldn't help but soften.
Suddenly, the brachiosaurus seemed to perceive something, and raised his head with a groan, struggling hard, this frightened Claire, and quickly retracted his right hand, and cast a glance at Owen for help. Did she do it? What's wrong? Or is there something wrong with the brachiosaurus situation?
Owen did not notice Claire's sight, all his attention was on the brachiosaurus, not only did not leave, but he also leaned forward slightly, wrapped the brachiosaurus head with the temperature of his chest, and said softly, " It's okay. It's okay." The faintly husky voice revealed a little fragile fear. It seems that he can also truly feel the pain of the brachiosaurus, and it seems that he is truly experiencing the torture of death again.
Claire stared at Owen like this, as if she had never looked straight into Owen's eyes so seriously.
At this moment, she could find too many complex and deep emotions in those eyes. She couldn't distinguish clearly one by one, but she could still feel the scars and blood dripping under the outside. He is the one she is familiar with, but not the one she is familiar with.
His scars, his struggles, and his pain, she knew but couldn’t understand—or, before she really had a chance to learn more, he pushed her away, but after a short effort, she didn’t see any hope and chose to give up , She flinched, she was scared, she just turned around and left.
She told herself that it was the best ending, both for him and her.
But today, her heart could not help but began to curl up again.
Following Owen’s gaze, she fell on the brachiosaurus. Claire's eyes revealed a touch of unbearableness, but she still regretted and cared more. She leaned forward again and stroked/touched the brachiosaurus cheeks with her hands. And the neck, use the temperature of her palm to bring a touch of comfort, and then she can see the brachiosaurus making a comfortable low cry.
It's like... like Irving with bruises all over his body.
If—just if, at first, she could be more patient, gentler and closer, would she be able to heal Owen’s wounds? When Owen pushed her away, was it because he was afraid that his roughness and coldness might hurt her? And did her departure push Owen into a darker abyss? Is their miss correct, or is it a pity?
Staring at the brachiosaurus close at hand, Claire was a little surprised, all the thoughts in her mind surged up in a mess, but she couldn't sort out a clear line of thought.
Then, the brachiosaurus exhaled a long, long breath, seeming to vent all the pain, and finally closed his eyes heavily, and there was no more movement.
what happened?
Claire came back to his senses, her eyes were a little vague, she looked up at Owen in a daze, and asked with her eyes: What's the matter?
Owen did not answer, did not even notice Claire's sight, just watched the brachiosaurus quietly, the mixed emotions between the eyebrows all settled, and gradually became solemn and solemn, escorting the brachiosaurus in the way of paying attention. On the last journey, all the sorrows and pains were hidden under the shadow of the eyelids.
He once again became the Owen that Claire was familiar with.
He concealed all his scars, those pains, those sorrows, those heaviness, they all carried them up alone, refused to help and refused to pity, even refused to all those who tried to approach him, just like this tightly protecting I bury all those dark memories deeply. The fragility that had just been exposed for a short time was now completely covered up.
Claire suddenly understood.
The tears broke free from the shackles of the eye sockets and slid down. Claire's sight fell on the brachiosaurus again. She couldn't help wondering whether Owen had been on the battlefield before and sent her comrades away again and again. I watched my friends and comrades disappear in front of me one by one, familiar strangers, all without exception, every death made a wound in his soul, and the last one became fragmented. The scarred soul had begun to numb, and even lost the ability to perceive it, and it seemed that it could no longer be compensated.
She can imagine, but she can't understand it.
It was as if at this moment, she mourned the passing of a life, but couldn't really feel the fetters, but Owen was facing the disappearance of those closely related people every day, like a plume of smoke, the pain is How terrible, even just imagine it can't stand it. Irving pushed her closer and chose to escape. How difficult was it behind that?
Claire did not dare to look up at Owen, but stared at the brachiosaurus in a daze, because she knew that Owen was now calm and solemn again, but it was precisely this mask that made Claire more sad.
She just knelt and sat on the ground quietly, mourning the demise of a life, recalling Owen's words: Did she really do something wrong? To Owen, and to the dinosaurs?
And Owen has finished his mourning and remembrance, and even cheered up again in a cold-blooded manner——
He stood up, held the rifle on his shoulder again, and stepped forward step by step to avoid any potential accidents, but after only a few steps, he put the rifle down again and looked at the distance. A piece of rolling plains and hills, I stopped silently~www.novelhall.com~ Just staring at the front quietly, without speaking, but the slightly tight shoulder lines revealed a forbearance. The sorrow and pain seemed to be struggling, even the steps became light and slow, and the whole body became extremely cold and alienated, completely without the usual joke appearance.
There is no need for facial expressions, no words, just a back view, which has revealed too many emotions.
Claire caught it keenly and patted the brachiosaurus on the cheek again. The temperature of her fingertips felt the rough skin texture for the last time, and then she stood up again and followed Owen's footsteps. Then she walked forward. I couldn't help slowing down, as if I had seen the scene in front of me from a distance, the shock began to ripple in the depths of my heart.
What did they see?
Chen Zihao and Melanie couldn’t help but become curious, and they didn’t even realize that they stood on tiptoes and tried to look at the far-end scene-when they had forgotten at all, the distance here is too far, even though Standing on the stairs, they still can’t see it, let alone stand on tiptoes, but they still can’t help it. The sense of reality from reality to illusion makes them immersed in it, truly interpreting “dream-making”. "The profound meaning.
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Claire and Irving, Irving and Claire. No one knows the past between them, and can only capture the past that disappeared with the wind in a few words.
At this time, Claire's sight between Owen and the brachiosaurus softened-her coldness and arrogance gradually faded, revealing a trace of fragility and struggle in the depths of her eyes, and it seems that she has not touched Owen's heart until now. Her wounds awakened the sleeping memories in her mind, which made her a little unbearable.
"Shhh." Owen cared softly, and continued to gently stroke/touch the head of the brachiosaurus with his left hand. There was a little sadness in his gentle expression, but it was well hidden, as if he was taking care of a sleeping baby. , There was a light noise in his throat, gradually quieting the surrounding noise.
Claire's footsteps finally approached. She was a little hesitant and a little frightened. Faced with such a behemoth, even if she knew that the other party was a herbivore, even if she knew that the other party was dying, the kind of rejection due to human nature was still Let her steps be cautious.
Finally, she stopped in front of Owen and the brachiosaurus.
Owen was still tapping the head of the brachiosaurus slightly. The brachiosaurus opened his eyes slightly, seeming to enjoy a moment of peace, revealing a light halo, and he could not help but let out a comfortable moan/groan, as if he had found it. A little bit of comfort, but this bit of comfort made the pain before death become more and more hideous-Claire felt it. The vivid and delicate emotions were like human beings, making Claire empathize.
Her gaze fell on Owen's focused expression, and she squatted down involuntarily, overcoming the fear in her heart, hesitantly stretched out her right hand, and slowly approached the brachiosaurus head, but did not dare to take it too seriously. Of course, worrying that his urgency might scare the wise creatures before him.
Then, Claire noticed that Owen’s eyes were projecting over. Those deep and clear eyes did not have the usual jokes of joking and joking. The sincere light concealed the struggle deep in her heart, and she nodded gently to give affirmation, and then Claire noticed that Owen had withdrawn her right hand slightly, and she followed the instructions to place her right hand where Owen's right hand was just now.
Claire was still a little hesitant, her right hand trembled slightly, but she did not back down after all. When her right hand slowly landed on the cheek of the brachiosaurus, she could feel the pain and struggle revealed by the gently trembling muscles. It seems that the vitality is slowly passing away little by little--
It is not just a book number, it is not just a park property, it is a life, a fresh and real life. It has its own emotions and thoughts, its own happiness and sadness, and its own pain and sorrow. Perhaps those emotions are relatively simple and basic, but they are unquestionably true.
It is not just it, but it should be him or her.
After Claire left her office, it was the first time she came into contact with the group of dinosaurs she was responsible for so close, and she finally felt the origin of Owen’s compassion, but...Is it too late? ? The creatures in front of her are withering and dying, does she have no chance to recover?
There was also a sadness in Claire's eyes, and even the surrounding air couldn't help but soften.
Suddenly, the brachiosaurus seemed to perceive something, and raised his head with a groan, struggling hard, this frightened Claire, and quickly retracted his right hand, and cast a glance at Owen for help. Did she do it? What's wrong? Or is there something wrong with the brachiosaurus situation?
Owen did not notice Claire's sight, all his attention was on the brachiosaurus, not only did not leave, but he also leaned forward slightly, wrapped the brachiosaurus head with the temperature of his chest, and said softly, " It's okay. It's okay." The faintly husky voice revealed a little fragile fear. It seems that he can also truly feel the pain of the brachiosaurus, and it seems that he is truly experiencing the torture of death again.
Claire stared at Owen like this, as if she had never looked straight into Owen's eyes so seriously.
At this moment, she could find too many complex and deep emotions in those eyes. She couldn't distinguish clearly one by one, but she could still feel the scars and blood dripping under the outside. He is the one she is familiar with, but not the one she is familiar with.
His scars, his struggles, and his pain, she knew but couldn’t understand—or, before she really had a chance to learn more, he pushed her away, but after a short effort, she didn’t see any hope and chose to give up , She flinched, she was scared, she just turned around and left.
She told herself that it was the best ending, both for him and her.
But today, her heart could not help but began to curl up again.
Following Owen’s gaze, she fell on the brachiosaurus. Claire's eyes revealed a touch of unbearableness, but she still regretted and cared more. She leaned forward again and stroked/touched the brachiosaurus cheeks with her hands. And the neck, use the temperature of her palm to bring a touch of comfort, and then she can see the brachiosaurus making a comfortable low cry.
It's like... like Irving with bruises all over his body.
If—just if, at first, she could be more patient, gentler and closer, would she be able to heal Owen’s wounds? When Owen pushed her away, was it because he was afraid that his roughness and coldness might hurt her? And did her departure push Owen into a darker abyss? Is their miss correct, or is it a pity?
Staring at the brachiosaurus close at hand, Claire was a little surprised, all the thoughts in her mind surged up in a mess, but she couldn't sort out a clear line of thought.
Then, the brachiosaurus exhaled a long, long breath, seeming to vent all the pain, and finally closed his eyes heavily, and there was no more movement.
what happened?
Claire came back to his senses, her eyes were a little vague, she looked up at Owen in a daze, and asked with her eyes: What's the matter?
Owen did not answer, did not even notice Claire's sight, just watched the brachiosaurus quietly, the mixed emotions between the eyebrows all settled, and gradually became solemn and solemn, escorting the brachiosaurus in the way of paying attention. On the last journey, all the sorrows and pains were hidden under the shadow of the eyelids.
He once again became the Owen that Claire was familiar with.
He concealed all his scars, those pains, those sorrows, those heaviness, they all carried them up alone, refused to help and refused to pity, even refused to all those who tried to approach him, just like this tightly protecting I bury all those dark memories deeply. The fragility that had just been exposed for a short time was now completely covered up.
Claire suddenly understood.
The tears broke free from the shackles of the eye sockets and slid down. Claire's sight fell on the brachiosaurus again. She couldn't help wondering whether Owen had been on the battlefield before and sent her comrades away again and again. I watched my friends and comrades disappear in front of me one by one, familiar strangers, all without exception, every death made a wound in his soul, and the last one became fragmented. The scarred soul had begun to numb, and even lost the ability to perceive it, and it seemed that it could no longer be compensated.
She can imagine, but she can't understand it.
It was as if at this moment, she mourned the passing of a life, but couldn't really feel the fetters, but Owen was facing the disappearance of those closely related people every day, like a plume of smoke, the pain is How terrible, even just imagine it can't stand it. Irving pushed her closer and chose to escape. How difficult was it behind that?
Claire did not dare to look up at Owen, but stared at the brachiosaurus in a daze, because she knew that Owen was now calm and solemn again, but it was precisely this mask that made Claire more sad.
She just knelt and sat on the ground quietly, mourning the demise of a life, recalling Owen's words: Did she really do something wrong? To Owen, and to the dinosaurs?
And Owen has finished his mourning and remembrance, and even cheered up again in a cold-blooded manner——
He stood up, held the rifle on his shoulder again, and stepped forward step by step to avoid any potential accidents, but after only a few steps, he put the rifle down again and looked at the distance. A piece of rolling plains and hills, I stopped silently~www.novelhall.com~ Just staring at the front quietly, without speaking, but the slightly tight shoulder lines revealed a forbearance. The sorrow and pain seemed to be struggling, even the steps became light and slow, and the whole body became extremely cold and alienated, completely without the usual joke appearance.
There is no need for facial expressions, no words, just a back view, which has revealed too many emotions.
Claire caught it keenly and patted the brachiosaurus on the cheek again. The temperature of her fingertips felt the rough skin texture for the last time, and then she stood up again and followed Owen's footsteps. Then she walked forward. I couldn't help slowing down, as if I had seen the scene in front of me from a distance, the shock began to ripple in the depths of my heart.
What did they see?
Chen Zihao and Melanie couldn’t help but become curious, and they didn’t even realize that they stood on tiptoes and tried to look at the far-end scene-when they had forgotten at all, the distance here is too far, even though Standing on the stairs, they still can’t see it, let alone stand on tiptoes, but they still can’t help it. The sense of reality from reality to illusion makes them immersed in it, truly interpreting “dream-making”. "The profound meaning.
Claire and Irving, Irving and Claire. No one knows the past between them, and can only capture the past that disappeared with the wind in a few words.At this time, Claire's sight between Owen and the brachiosaurus softened-her coldness and arrogance gradually faded, revealing a trace of fragility and struggle in the depths of her eyes, and it seems that she has not touched Owen's heart until now. Her wounds awakened the sleeping memories in her mind, which made her a little unbearable."Shhh." Owen cared softly, and continued to gently stroke/touch the head of the brachiosaurus with his left hand. There was a little sadness in his gentle expression, but it was well hidden, as if he was taking care of a sleeping baby. , There was a light noise in his throat, gradually quieting the surrounding noise.Claire's footsteps finally approached. She was a little hesitant and a little frightened. Faced with such a behemoth, even if she knew that the other party was a herbivore, even if she knew that the other party was dying, the kind of rejection due to human nature was still Let her steps be cautious.Finally, she stopped in front of Owen and the brachiosaurus.Owen was still tapping the head of the brachiosaurus slightly. The brachiosaurus opened his eyes slightly, seeming to enjoy a moment of peace, revealing a light halo, and he could not help but let out a comfortable moan/groan, as if he had found it. A little bit of comfort, but this bit of comfort made the pain before death become more and more hideous-Claire felt it. The vivid and delicate emotions were like human beings, making Claire empathize.Her gaze fell on Owen's focused expression, and she squatted down involuntarily, overcoming the fear in her heart, hesitantly stretched out her right hand, and slowly approached the brachiosaurus head, but did not dare to take it too seriously. Of course, worrying that his urgency might scare the wise creatures before him.Then, Claire noticed that Owen's eyes were projecting over. Those deep and clear eyes did not have the usual jokes of joking and joking. The sincere light concealed the struggle deep in her heart, and she nodded gently to give affirmation, and then Claire noticed that Owen had withdrawn her right hand slightly, and she followed the instructions to place her right hand where Owen's right hand was just now.Claire was still a little hesitant, her right hand trembled slightly, but she did not back down after all. When her right hand slowly landed on the cheek of the brachiosaurus, she could feel the pain and struggle revealed by the gently trembling muscles. It seems that the vitality is slowly passing away little by little--It is not just a book number, it is not just a park property, it is a life, a fresh and real life. It has its own emotions and thoughts, its own happiness and sadness, and its own pain and sorrow. Perhaps those emotions are relatively simple and basic, but they are unquestionably true.It is not just it, but it should be him or her.After Claire left her office, it was the first time she came into contact with the group of dinosaurs she was responsible for so close, and she finally felt the origin of Owen's compassion, but...Is it too late? ? The creatures in front of her are withering and dying, does she have no chance to recover?There was also a sadness in Claire's eyes, and even the surrounding air couldn't help but soften.Suddenly, the brachiosaurus seemed to perceive something, and raised his head with a groan, struggling hard, this frightened Claire, and quickly retracted his right hand, and cast a glance at Owen for help. Did she do it? What's wrong? Or is there something wrong with the brachiosaurus situation?Owen did not notice Claire's sight, all his attention was on the brachiosaurus, not only did not leave, but he also leaned forward slightly, wrapped the brachiosaurus head with the temperature of his chest, and said softly, " It's okay. It's okay." The faintly husky voice revealed a little fragile fear. It seems that he can also truly feel the pain of the brachiosaurus, and it seems that he is truly experiencing the torture of death again.Claire stared at Owen like this, as if she had never looked straight into Owen's eyes so seriously.At this moment, she could find too many complex and deep emotions in those eyes. She couldn't distinguish clearly one by one, but she could still feel the scars and blood dripping under the outside. He is the one she is familiar with, but not the one she is familiar with.His scars, his struggles, and his pain, she knew but couldn't understandor, before she really had a chance to learn more, he pushed her away, but after a short effort, she didn't see any hope and chose to give up , She flinched, she was scared, she just turned around and left.She told herself that it was the best ending, both for him and her.But today, her heart could not help but began to curl up again.Following Owen's gaze, she fell on the brachiosaurus. Claire's eyes revealed a touch of unbearableness, but she still regretted and cared more. She leaned forward again and stroked/touched the brachiosaurus cheeks with her hands. And the neck, use the temperature of her palm to bring a touch of comfort, and then she can see the brachiosaurus making a comfortable low cry.It's like... like Irving with bruises all over his body.Ifjust if, at first, she could be more patient, gentler and closer, would she be able to heal Owen's wounds? When Owen pushed her away, was it because he was afraid that his roughness and coldness might hurt her? And did her departure push Owen into a darker abyss? Is their miss correct, or is it a pity?Staring at the brachiosaurus close at hand, Claire was a little surprised, all the thoughts in her mind surged up in a mess, but she couldn't sort out a clear line of thought.Then, the brachiosaurus exhaled a long, long breath, seeming to vent all the pain, and finally closed his eyes heavily, and there was no more movement.what happened?Claire came back to his senses, her eyes were a little vague, she looked up at Owen in a daze, and asked with her eyes: What's the matter?Owen did not answer, did not even notice Claire's sight, just watched the brachiosaurus quietly, the mixed emotions between the eyebrows all settled, and gradually became solemn and solemn, escorting the brachiosaurus in the way of paying attention. On the last journey, all the sorrows and pains were hidden under the shadow of the eyelids.He once again became the Owen that Claire was familiar with.He concealed all his scars, those pains, those sorrows, those heaviness, they all carried them up alone, refused to help and refused to pity, even refused to all those who tried to approach him, just like this tightly protecting I bury all those dark memories deeply. The fragility that had just been exposed for a short time was now completely covered up.Claire suddenly understood.The tears broke free from the shackles of the eye sockets and slid down. Claire's sight fell on the brachiosaurus again. She couldn't help wondering whether Owen had been on the battlefield before and sent her comrades away again and again. I watched my friends and comrades disappear in front of me one by one, familiar strangers, all without exception, every death made a wound in his soul, and the last one became fragmented. The scarred soul had begun to numb, and even lost the ability to perceive it, and it seemed that it could no longer be compensated.She can imagine, but she can't understand it.It was as if at this moment, she mourned the passing of a life, but couldn't really feel the fetters, but Owen was facing the disappearance of those closely related people every day, like a plume of smoke, the pain is How terrible, even just imagine it can't stand it. Irving pushed her closer and chose to escape. How difficult was it behind that?Claire did not dare to look up at Owen, but stared at the brachiosaurus in a daze, because she knew that Owen was now calm and solemn again, but it was precisely this mask that made Claire more sad.She just knelt and sat on the ground quietly, mourning the demise of a life, recalling Owen's words: Did she really do something wrong? To Owen, and to the dinosaurs?And Owen has finished his mourning and remembrance, and even cheered up again in a cold-blooded mannerHe stood up, held the rifle on his shoulder again, and stepped forward step by step to avoid any potential accidents, but after only a few steps, he put the rifle down again and looked at the distance. A piece of rolling plains and hills, I stopped silently~www.novelhall.com~ Just staring at the front quietly, without speaking, but the slightly tight shoulder lines revealed a forbearance. The sorrow and pain seemed to be struggling, even the steps became light and slow, and the whole body became extremely cold and alienated, completely without the usual joke appearance.There is no need for facial expressions, no words, just a back view, which has revealed too many emotions.Claire caught it keenly and patted the brachiosaurus on the cheek again. The temperature of her fingertips felt the rough skin texture for the last time, and then she stood up again and followed Owen's footsteps. Then she walked forward. I couldn't help slowing down, as if I had seen the scene in front of me from a distance, the shock began to ripple in the depths of my heart.What did they see?Chen Zihao and Melanie couldn't help but become curious, and they didn't even realize that they stood on tiptoes and tried to look at the far-end scene-when they had forgotten at all, the distance here is too far, even though Standing on the stairs, they still can't see it, let alone stand on tiptoes, but they still can't help it. The sense of reality from reality to illusion makes them immersed in it, truly interpreting dream-making. "The profound meaning.
