Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF) novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127 The Same Scenario, Different People 

He pursed his lips, not saying a word. 

Seeing him like this, I couldn’t help but say, “Anyway, we’re both going to die. Maybe we’ll meet on the road to the underworld and keep each other company. What’s your name? I’m Tabatha. You look younger than me. How did you manage to offend Ezra at such a young age?” 

I had been chattering away for a while, and had treated all the wounds. on my body. I still had some rat’s nest left in my hand. I glanced at the young man who still had no intention of paying attention to me, and couldn’t help but say, “Maybe you should treat your wounds. This place is damp and cold, and wounds are prone to infection. This is a method of stopping bleeding that the older generation likes to use, and it’s very effective.” 

Speaking of this, I couldn’t help but think of Walter. He taught me to use a rat’s nest to stop bleeding. He said that when he was very young, he went back to his hometown with Carley. There, they encountered an old man who had cut off a finger with a sickle. The locals used this method to stop the bleeding. Although it didn’t look pleasant, it was very effective. 

Time flew so quickly, it’s been five years since all these things happened. Back then, I was covered in blood, and the person who stayed by my side was Walter. 

1 couldn’t help but give a bitter laugh, looking at the young man beside me and said, “This scene seems a bit familiar. Five years ago, I was also tortured by Ezra to the point of wishing for death. That day, there was also a handsome man locked up with me. However, compared to 

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five years ago, it seems like I’m a bit luckier this time. This place doesn’t seem to be as bad as it was then.” 

The last time with Walter in the water dungeon, we almost died. He was blind then, already on the verge of death in the water dungeon. I don’t know how we managed to survive at that time. 

Perhaps I was talking too much, too noisily, the silent young man suddenly spoke, “I haven’t offended anyone.” 

He suddenly spoke, which took me aback. I quickly moved in front of him, looking at him and said, “If you didn’t offend Ezra, why would he bother you? By the way, what’s your name?” 

He looked at me, his complexion still not great, and said, “You’re almost dead, what use is it knowing my name?” 

Huh! 

Well, it was. 

After he said that, I didn’t ask for his name anymore. I just handed him the mouse nest in my hand and said, “You didn’t offend Ezra, he won’t kill you. Take care of your wound. If it gets infected and you catch some disease, it will be troublesome. 

He looked at the dark, mouse-nest-like mess in my palm, his attractive eyebrows furrowing slightly. 

Watching his awkward demeanor, I couldn’t help but laugh. I hadn’t paid much attention to his appearance before. Initially, I noticed his tall stature and somewhat youthful looks. But upon closer inspection, I realized that he wasn’t just youthful-looking, he was genuinely young. He appeared to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. Despite his handsome and attractive features, the youthfulness on his face couldn’t be concealed, even if he tried to act mature. 

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“When you grow up, you’ll definitely be a handsome boy,” I couldn’t help but say as I looked at him. 

He pursed his lips, his face somewhat somber, “I’ve already grown up.” 

I smiled and didn’t say much more, slowly applying the poultice in my hand to his wound. At first, he scowled and refused to let me do it, but he couldn’t resist me in the end, so he could only let me apply it with a scowl on his face. 

The young man was good-looking and had a good figure, probably because he exercised regularly, and he had muscles all over his body. 

Perhaps out of discomfort, he snatched the remaining mouse hole from my hand and said, “I’ll do it myself.” 

Seeing this, I didn’t say anything more. I just smiled and walked over to sit down on the side. 

This place was dark and gloomy. Ezra locked me up here, I had no idea what kind of torturous method he was going to come up with next. 

Thinking of this, I couldn’t help but sigh. 

“My name is Sebastian,” the young man suddenly spoke. 

I paused for a moment, glancing sideways at him. Seeing him still tending to his own wounds, I couldn’t help but laugh, “An inch? That’s quite a unique name. Did your parents love you so much that they wanted you to never leave their side?”