In Love With The Fake Bride

Witnessing Yonger's hysteria, Chama felt only boundless annoyance.

He was annoyed at his compromise at the time, and he should have made it clear back then, instead of making a wrong step and making himself so embarrassed now!

Not only has there been no news from Locke for a long time, but he is also like a trapped beast locked here, unable to leave an inch...

Chama didn't even dare to think, if Mommy knew that she was living such a miserable life, would she still insist that letting him marry Yong'er was the best solution?

And Locke, if he knew that he was in such a mess now, would he feel a little distressed and reluctant?

Will he come to my dream tonight?

The icy lake water irritated Chama's skin, but the dryness and heat in his body persisted. With the combination of cold and heat, warm blood slowly flowed out from Chama's nostrils.

One drop, two drops, three drops, flowing faster and faster, dripping directly into the lake water, blooming.

Only then did Yong'er realize something was wrong, and hurriedly beckoned Chama to come up, "Brother Chama, come up quickly, your nose is bleeding."

Chama shook his head nonchalantly, what's the point of bleeding? He even felt that this life was meaningless.

If the suffering in front of him can be ended as soon as possible, it is not considered a good thing.

"Brother Chama, you come up first, I won't make trouble anymore." Yong'er continued to mess around, always thinking about Chama in his heart, and with a trembling voice, he just wanted to coax him to come up.

However, no matter how much she persuaded, Chama insisted on staying in the lake, her eyes full of indifference and disdain.

In the end, under the command of the steward, the crowd fished Chama out of the lake. He was so thin that he closed his eyes, looking extremely haggard.

After this incident, Yong'er was completely heartbroken and gave up the idea of ​​getting in touch with Chama.

She finally understood that this man's heart had died a long time ago, and what was alive was just his body.

No matter how humble she begged, she couldn't get back his attention.

All his thoughts were on that man named Locke, and there was no room for her in his heart!

Boundless sleepiness swept Yong'er, making her unable to speak, she turned around and left the lake in a slump, only feeling disheartened.

Let him go in the future, whether to find that Locke, or being trapped in the room and unable to come out, it has nothing to do with her!

She no longer wants to humiliate herself, let her self-esteem be trampled and smashed, and then be rejected thousands of miles away!

From that day on, Yong'er no longer pestered Chama like before.

Her heart was completely cold, and she gave up her expectation of being with Chama.

But because of Yonger drugging one after another before, she was carried by Chama each time, the accumulated toxins were too overbearing, completely crushing Chama's body.

The heroic Chama in the past was no longer seen, replaced by him with gloomy eyes and a slightly stooped figure.

Even if you look carefully, you will find that there are a few strands of white hair quietly graying on Chama's temples, making him look old.

He is like a tree that is dead from the inside. It looks lifeless from the outside, but the core of the tree has already dried up and weathered.

As the weather turned cooler, Chama shut herself in the study for longer and longer, living more and more like a dead tree.

For Chama's more and more self-closing behavior, Yong'er is no longer as angry as before, but instead feels the sadness she had before.

She is wholeheartedly in love with this once majestic man, but now, the only thing left in her heart for him is boundless resentment.

"Madam, the food was basically not touched, and it was brought back again."

The maid in charge of Chama's food and daily life reported carefully, not daring to look up at Yong'er's darkening face.

Yong'er silently clenched her fists, her sharp eyes looked at the food that the maid was carrying.

It was an exquisite four dishes and one soup, served in fine porcelain tableware, it looked full of color, fragrance and taste.

However, these meals have already cooled down, and they have obviously not been touched.

Does this man have to exhaust his vitality before he is willing to give up!

Boundless anger surged from the soles of Yong'er's feet, and rushed straight to her celestial cap, making her heart tremble with anger.

Without saying a word, she turned and left the room, and walked quickly towards the study where Chama lived.

Very good, isn't it just torturing each other? Then come! She is not afraid at all!

From Yong'er's point of view, Chama's almost self-abuse behavior was simply to humiliate her.

He must have resented her in his heart, hated her for marrying him, and completely broke up his good marriage with that bastard!

Obviously she is the victim, who ever paid attention to her thoughts?

While he was grieving, did he ever put himself in her shoes and think for half a second, she was the most innocent one!

Angry in his heart, Yong'er came to Chama's study against the bloody setting sun, and kicked open the door.

"boom!"

The door that was originally ajar was kicked open heavily, making a loud noise.

Chama in the room didn't look back, he was like a lifeless stake, sitting in front of the window with his back to Yong'er, scratching his head and wondering what he was busy with.

Before coming over, Yong'er was full of anger, even so angry that she wanted to die with Chama.

But seeing his hunchback and thin back, and the faintly visible white hair on his head, Yong'er only felt full of sadness.

In fact, as long as he is willing to change his mind, she can really join hands with him and live the rest of her life well.

Why, why he just refused!

Is she really that bad?

Does it make him rather squander his life than look at her more?

Yong'er stood at the door for a long time, tears had already obscured his sight.

And Chama, who was sitting by the window, never looked back, still busy with something with his head down.

"Chama, do you still have a heart?" Yong'er's voice was ethereal and resentful, full of accusations against Chama, "Would you rather waste your life like this than make any changes? what's good?"

Chama's back froze for a moment, as if she had paused the movements in her hands.

Just when Yong'er thought he would answer, Chama lowered his head again, obviously starting the matter in his hand again.

"I'm talking to you, can you please be a little more polite and stop ignoring my existence?"

Yong'er's eyes turned red with anger, she clenched her lower lip and walked towards Chama, her body trembling slightly as she restrained her anger.

As she approached, she found that the table where Chama was sitting was covered with various palm-sized sandalwood.

These sandalwoods were in different shapes, and they were dumped on the table in all directions, surrounded by thick wood debris.

Yong'er didn't know when Chama got the sandalwood, and was very curious about what he was carving, so he took two steps closer.