Quickly wear white lotus beauties so delicate

Chapter 121

Moya: [You mean this perverted male protagonist has imprisoned me, and I can’t escape yet, so I have to rush up to him, right? 】

[I don't want to be a substitute imprisoned by him! 】

Little Strawberry was surprised: [What happened to the little master today?Substitutes or something, you never cared about these things in order to achieve your goals before...]

Jun Che frowned, 【You mean, I used to be someone else's substitute in the last world? 】

Tongzi thought about his choice of words: [Yeah, you can also say that...] Although you are acting as your own substitute...

Jun Che snorted coldly: 【Hmph, then this time, I will never assume the title of a substitute again, and lose face! 】

【Wait, I will kick away the white moonlight in his heart and become an indelible cinnabar mole in his life! 】

Tongzi: Why do you have a bad feeling?
[Little Master, please take it easy. 】

Jun Che smiled coolly, 【Oh, you don't believe in your little master's ability?

Just wait for my good news! 】

Jun Che walked into his living room,

Sure enough, it was the same as usual every time I went home, it was cold and silent, and there was no one there.

Jun's father is still busy with endless meetings at the company, while Jun's mother is busy with endless shopping with her girlfriends.

The servants will not stay in the main villa except for cleaning in the morning and preparing dinner in the evening.

Jun Che looked at the empty house, at the sofa that was still cold even though it had been changed countless times, and his memory couldn't help but return to his childhood...

The mother who went shopping, afraid of being left at home by herself, would always lock the door before leaving.

A person hugged his own legs, curled up on the black leather sofa, and the room was silent, with only the echo of the hanging clock "clang, clang, clang" next to his ears.

Again and again, it seemed to hit my heart, making people panic for no reason.

Accompanied by the sound of the bell, my mother's sorrowful words echoed repeatedly in my mind:

"If it weren't for you, your sister would have become the most beautiful and outstanding girl in the world now!"

There was a hint of hatred in her eyes, "But... it's all because of you, because of you, your sister will never come back, never come back..."

"Do you know how painful it is every time I see your face exactly like your sister's?"

"Why... the one who died was not you..."

……

At that time, I listened to my mother questioning myself over and over again,
One day, he finally had a nervous breakdown, secretly took a fruit knife and cut his wrist.

Lying in the bathtub stained red by the blood on his wrist, he thought blankly, if he died, mother...

Will you feel a little bit sad because of yourself?

Fortunately, the housekeeper, Uncle Ji, happened to deliver food upstairs, and only then did he recover his life...

He is lying on the hospital bed,
But the mother grabbed her arm, her eyes were bloodshot, and she warned herself:
"Do you think that by forcing your mother in this way, I won't hate you anymore?"

"I'm telling you, if you do this, it will only make me hate you even more!"

At that time, he only felt that the word "hate" hit his heart hard, which was a hundred times more painful than the bloody cut on his wrist...

Childhood, for him,

It's like standing on the bottomless endless abyss, crumbling.

Only one step away from falling...

……

later,

In order to get his mother's attention, he finally thought of a good way——

Dress up as your sister.

Standing in front of her mother, she has long hair shawls, a long skirt around her body, a slender figure, pure eyebrows and eyes, as beautiful and moving as a snow lotus in a fairyland.

(End of this chapter)