Chuxia’s hands slowly lifted, her body trembling more and more violently, almost to the point where she could no longer stand steady. Her grip tightened, her nails digging viciously into her flesh, yet she was utterly oblivious.
For so long, she had suppressed a demon in her heart, and now, it seed as if that demon had taken control of her hands, encouraging her to vent the anger inside her, bit by bit.
But as she raised her hands halfway, another face involuntarily surfaced in her mind—the face that looked identical to her own.
She rembered the day she married Che—the sa day her elder sister left ho. Unlike Chuxia, her sister had an air of pride and confidence even under Mrs. Shi’s oppression. She never bowed easily. No matter how difficult Mrs. Shi’s teachings were over the years, she never shed a tear.
Yet, in the mont she left, she cried.
She told Chuxia that she had to help her, had to hold onto her position, had to wait for her return, she had to... not let anyone else take her place.
And so, Chuxia’s hand remained suspended mid-air, powerless to lift any further.
Che waited quietly. He waited for her hand to rise, waited for her to slap him in anger, waited for her to point at his nose demanding an apology, waited for her to vociferously demand he take back the hurtful words, waited for her to tell him, "I am your wife, you can’t treat like this."
However, Chuxia never did raise that hand. As it lifted halfway, it suddenly retracted, quietly hanging down, silent and wordless.
Just like countless tis before, when he exploded in rage and she remained ponderably silent.
The expectation and hope in Che’s eyes faded away, followed by a gloom that spread across his handso face and a coldness that filled his eyes. His hand suddenly clenched—only his restraint kept it from moving to her delicate neck.
Finally, he flung his hand forcefully, pushing Chuxia away. Chuxia stumbled backward involuntarily, her back colliding with the shoe cabinet at the entrance, hitting a protruding handle, her back hamred with excruciating pain.
Still, she never uttered a word, and Che, no longer sparing her a glance, strode away.
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Chuxia crouched on the ground, not knowing how long she had cried—her eyes now too dry to produce tears, a blink was painful. Faintly, a persistent ringtone seed to echo in her ears. She originally didn’t want to answer, but the persistence of the ringtone was stubborn, echoing over and over as if vowing never to stop unless answered.
Chuxia lifted her eyes and slowly wiped away the tears in the corners. She stood up, her legs numb from squatting, every step felt as if countless needles were pricking her.
Step by step, Chuxia slowly made her way upstairs. Back in her room, the cheerful ringtone of her phone was still sounding. She approached, picked up the phone, and her brows knitted tightly.
(Today’s update is complete~~~ Don’t bla our Che for being heartless, there’s a reason for everything~~ Our Che is also pitiful. Thank you for your enthusiastic comnts, today’s winner is, "Ti Flows Away"~ Please contact Dan Dan before noon tomorrow to claim your prize, kisses~)
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