Facade of Love

Chapter 127 Same Scenario, Different People

The man pursed his l*ps and remained silent.

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

I babbled on for a while as I tended to my wounds. With some cobwebs left in my hand, I glanced at the young man who still seemed uninterested in talking to me. “You might as well treat your wounds. Who knows what viruses those mollusks carry? If you get infected and your skin rots, it would be a pity given your good looks. Don’t underestimate this cobweb. A long time ago, someone told me it’s an old–fashioned but effective way to stop bleeding ”

This reminded me of Idris, who was the one who taught me that. He told me that when he was very young, he went with his grandmother to her hometown and saw a man who had cut off his finger with a sickle. The locals used cobwebs to stop the bleeding. It might not look pretty, but it was

effective.

Thinking about it now, all this happened five years ago. Back then, I was covered in blood, and Idris

was with me.

I bitterly smiled, looking at the young man beside me. “This scene feels familiar. Five years ago, I was also tortured by Lucas to the brink of death. That day, there was also a handsome man locked up with me Compared to back then, this time seems a bit better. This place doesn’t seem as bad.”

The last time I was in the water cell with Idris, we nearly died. He was blind and close to death. I still

how we

man suddenly spoke up. “I didn’t offend Lucas. I

him. “If

in good spirits, and said,

my name?”

had

comment, 1 stopped asking about his name and handed him the cobwebs. “If you haven’t offended Lucas, he probably won’t kill you. You should treat your wounds Getting infected with a disease

in my palm, his

I thought he was an adult. But now, seeing him up close, he seemed only seventeen or eighteen, handsome but still with a hint of

when you

his face darkening slightly. “I’m already grown up.”

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apply the cobwebs to his bite wounds. At first,

from regular exercise, with well–developed muscles. When I tried to apply the cobwebs to a wound on his chest, he suddenly pulled away.

from me, he said, “I’ll do

not insist further. I smiled