Chapter 2385

It was clearly just a light sentence, but it pierced Locke's heart, his face was pale, and he was in pain.

After being unable to take two steps back, Locke looked at Chama with a wry smile, "Is this the answer in your heart? Are we not on the same road?"

It was obviously a calm question, but Chama heard it very sadly, and the tip of his nose turned red quietly.

But even so, he had to continue to harden his heart, nodding hard at Locke, "Yes."

"Yes?" Locke had an evil smile on his face, "Very good! If this is the answer you gave, then I respect your choice! From now on, the sky is high and the road is wide, you and I will go our own way!"

After saying this, Locke turned around abruptly and strode out of the bedroom.

He was afraid that if he didn't walk fast enough, he would regret turning around, and insisted on forcing Chama to give a new answer.

He has been forcing Chama all these years, and now he is tired and doesn't want to force him to make a decision anymore!

If he still insisted that they were not fellow travelers, then even if he fought with all his heart and blood, what's the point?

Feelings are never something that can be forced.

Even if he gave everything he had and sacrificed everything, it would not warm his already cold heart.

If this is really Chama's choice, then no matter how much his heart hurts, he will be firm and support him.

For the rest of his life, as long as he is well, then he will be well too!

Locke walked so fast that he lost his soul. When he left the main hall, he almost hit the pillar at the door, but he never dared to stop.

Looking at his back as if he was running for his life in a hurry, Chama's heart felt as if someone had squeezed his heart hard, and the pain was so painful.

He took a deep breath, and finally relieved some discomfort in his heart, avoiding the danger of being almost suffocated.

But even so, the heart is still blunt, like a rusty file slowly cutting through the flesh.

Sisi's pain gradually spread, filled his limbs and bones, and went straight to the top of his head, making him almost unable to stand.

After a while, Chama finally relied on his tenacious will to endure the heart-piercing pain, and walked out of the hall with his body shaking.

His complexion was very bad, pale yellow with waxy white, as if he had lost his soul.

The vision in front of him was extremely clear, but Chama walked staggeringly, as if he would fall down and collapse on the ground at any moment in the next second.

His anomaly was seen by Xiao Pingshun who was passing by, and he walked over strangely, and helped Chama's swaying body in time, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Although Ping Shun is only ten years old, he has a strength different from that of ordinary children, so supporting Chama does not feel strenuous, but very easy.

Chama's fluttering thoughts were pulled back by the smooth question, and she forced a smile, "Oh, I may have lost a very precious thing."

"What is it, Master, tell Pingshun that Pingshun will help you find it." Pingshun said with great sincerity, his eyes already searching the ground, "My daddy said, you only need to look for things you have lost. , it will definitely be found.”

"No, I can't get it back." Chama let go of Ping Shun's hand, swayed and continued to walk outside the palace gate, "Some things are lost, and they may never be found again in this lifetime."

Ping Shun watched Chama leave suspiciously, and scratched the back of his head in puzzlement, "How is this possible? Obviously, Dad said that lost things can still be found?"

It's a pity that he didn't come to answer his question. After thinking for a while, Ping Shun couldn't come up with an answer. He shook his head and walked quickly towards the bedroom. He was still waiting to play with his little sister!

Chama staggered away from the palace, thinking of Locke's bleak and lonely back when he left.

God knows how much he wanted to chase after him, to heal the loss between his brows.

But he can't, he and he are destined not to be tolerated by the world.

Only leaving far away is his best blessing for him.

But, can he really do it, leave far away?

Some words are easy to say, but sitting up is a hundred times more difficult than going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire...

Chama continued to stagger, subconsciously reached into his pocket with his right hand, and clenched a jade pendant inside.

There, there used to be Locke's temperature.

If they are destined not to be together, then it would be great to have a common bond between them...

The night was as dark as ink, and there were no stars in the sky.

In the dimly lit courtyard, Chama sat alone in the gazebo, drinking to himself.

The spicy wine entered his throat, burning his throat, and his heart was scalded unbearably, but he still couldn't suppress the dull pain.

Chama took a deep breath and continued to pour herself wine, ignoring the empty wine bottles lying on the table.

All he wanted to do at the moment was get drunk so that his mind wouldn't see Locke's terribly sad eyes jumping over and over again.

Although Locke didn't say much during the day, the sadness in his eyes was completely imprinted in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Obviously he was doing it for his own good, how could he not understand?

There is an unspeakable taboo between them, and it is doomed that there will be no good results.

Instead of being deeply fettered and suffering endlessly, it is better to cut through the mess quickly and wave away all the fetters and troubles.

That's it, just hide in a safe corner and bless each other, that's fine...

Chama smiled wryly, and continued to drink with her head up, letting the bitterness fill her heart, with an ugly grin on her face all the time.

Yes, at this time, he is no longer a high-spirited general, but a coward who dare not break through the feudal ideals.

He didn't want to implicate Locke, and then he was accused by thousands of people, and he couldn't get out of the door because of the spit stars.

The night was getting darker, and the breeze blew through the flowers, which aggravated Chama's drunkenness.

He slumped down on the stone table, his arms hanging down slightly, and he let go of the jade jug he was holding, snoring lightly.

The jug quietly fell to the ground, but it didn't fall into pieces, but fell into the palm of a white hand.

It was Locke who came. He had already come here by night, but he hid quietly in the darkness, watching Chama's every move.

Did this stupid guy think that if he rejected him during the day, he would give up from then on?

Do not!

Not only will he not, but he still refuses to admit defeat and wants to continue fighting!

Yes, he would never admit defeat like that!

Even if Chama doesn't have the courage to face it now, he will never quit his life just like that, never!

If he wants to leave country P, he will leave country P; if he wants to go back to visit his seriously ill mommy, he will secretly follow behind.

Anyway, no matter what, he shouldn't even think about getting rid of him so easily, don't even think about it!

Locke gently placed the exquisite jade jug on the table, and slowly stretched out his right hand, trying to smooth Chama's frowning brows.