Be the C heroine in a famous book [Quick Transmigration]

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Bo Sha was led around in circles by him, looked up at him, smiled and said: "Okay, we should indeed hold some dance parties."

Since they returned to England, Thornfield Manor has not had a formal banquet, and many people have never seen Mrs. Rochester. How can this work?

There was also a smile on the corner of Rochester's mouth, and he said in a low voice: "I think everyone will be overwhelmed by Mrs. Rochester's peerless demeanor."

His eyes shone brightly under the light, like fine obsidian, making that ordinary face look radiant.

In addition, his voice is very magnetic, his tone is very sincere, and it is easy to win the favor of others.

Bo Sha had said long ago that he was good at flattering, and it was difficult to speak harshly to him at the moment, so she smiled slightly and said nothing.

After a while, the song came to an end.

Bo Sha glanced at him, pulled out her hand, then turned and walked aside, took a sip of a glass of wine.

Rochester followed closely behind.

He looked at her lips wet with wine, which were more beautiful than spring briars, and his throat couldn't help rolling.

"Ahem..." Several short coughs rang in my ears.

Bo Sha swallowed her wine and looked sideways.

At this moment, Rochester was also holding a glass of cocktail in his hand, but his face was flushed from coughing, and his eyes were somewhat moist.

The commotion he caused was a bit loud, and everyone nearby looked over.

"Mr. Rochester, are you okay?" Mr. Ingram who was nearby came over and asked.

Bosha immediately reacted, she put down her wine glass, turned her head to Rochester's side, patted his back lightly with her hand, and asked with concern: "Edward, how are you?"

"Cough, I'm fine, Bosha." Rochester recovered, and said to her while putting down his wine glass.

He then greeted Mr. Ingram again.

The dance didn't end until late at night, and when Bo Sha got into the carriage, she was already drowsy.

During the second half of the ball, she sat by the fire almost all the time.Because Rochester was by the side all the time, no one else came to disturb them, so they were even more bored.

Before she knew it, she leaned against the wall of the carriage and fell asleep.

She felt like she was dreaming.

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It was a spring morning, she stayed in a dim room, and heard laughter from downstairs from time to time.

She knew that it was her husband, Rochester, entertaining his friends, and there was a Miss Ingram, tall and dignified, in his usual taste.

He wanted to hide it from everyone and marry Ingram as his wife.

She sneaked a look last night. Miss Ingram looks like her former self, with the same dark skin and tall and plump figure.

But she is still alive, she is Mrs. Rochester, but she can only live in a dark attic.

She didn't know whose fault all this was, but she was very sad, so sad that she wanted to destroy everything.

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Bo Sha suddenly woke up from a dream, and in her vision was a familiar corridor with gorgeous rococo decorations, shaking slightly before her eyes.

Turning her eyes, she saw a very firm chin, where the corrected beard left a slight cyan color.

She immediately found herself in mid-air, cradled by a pair of strong arms.

"Bo Sha, you're awake." Rochester immediately noticed her slight movements and looked down at her.

His eyes were reflected in amber by the light not far away, looking very warm.

But I don't know if it was affected by the dream, Bo Sha only felt that his eyes were extremely hypocritical, and his face was also very mean.

For a moment, Bosha wanted to bite that pious face hard, making him scream in pain, just like Bosha in her dream.

She quickly lowered her eyes to cover up her perverted thoughts, and clasped her fingers tightly on his shoulder until she felt a slight tingling.

Rochester immediately felt something strange, stopped his steps, lowered his eyes and asked, "Bosha, what's wrong?"

"Put me down." Her tone was very cold.

He frowned slightly, and looked at her porcelain-like cheeks, avoiding her gaze, and his eyes immediately dimmed.

After a rustle of fabric, Bo Sha came out of his arms.

She looked up at him, then avoided him immediately, walked quickly through the corridor, and disappeared into the room.

Feeling the gradually dissipating body temperature, Rochester looked at her relentless back, his bushy eyebrows furrowed tightly.

With a heavy sigh, against the starlight outside the window, it seemed so tangled and distressed.

The moment Bosha closed the door, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It was terrible, "Bo Sha" had more and more control over her body, and it took her a lot of effort to suppress it firmly.

Thinking of Rochester who summoned "Bo Sha", she immediately frowned.

It seems that simply respecting each other as a guest is also very dangerous, it is best to find a way to isolate him.

But Rochester's interest in her is already too obvious, how to make him stay away from her automatically?

A distressed sigh sounded from the curtain, taking away what little conscience was left of Bo Sha.

Under the cover of the night, Thornfield only had a hazy outline. Some fell into a deep sleep, and some tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

When the morning light bloomed in the mountains like flowers, Thornfield gradually woke up.

Bo Sha cast a longing glance at Rochester's black horse, and rode the docile mare out of the stable.

The hillside scenery on the left side of Thornfield is quite peculiar, and there is also an excellent viewing point.

Bo Sha put the horses nearby, took out the painting folder, and sat on a nearby stone slab.

From here, you can fully see the sea town and the nearby fields. Nature and humanity are perfectly combined at this angle.

After she drew an outline, she felt that her fingers were a little stiff from the cold, and she blew on them before she felt better.

Looking up at the sky, I found that the hazy sun had already hidden in the clouds, and the temperature had cooled down.

She frowned, and realized that today was not a good time to collect pictures, so she put away her portfolio and prepared to go back.

At this time, a sound of horseshoes sounded from the right, and she immediately turned her head to look.

Not far away, a black rider was driving a familiar black horse, quickly approaching here.

When one person and one horse stopped, Bosha obviously felt a cold wind blowing. She gathered her cloak and looked up.

"Bo Sha, you are here." Rochester immediately got off his horse, walked up to her in two steps, and looked down at her.

Bosha looked at his face that was slightly red from the cold wind, and felt that it was not bright enough, not close enough to the color of blood.

She quickly lowered her head to hide her perverted violent desire.

Rochester didn't know Bosha's plan at all. Seeing that she was silent, he frowned slightly, and then quickly let go.

He took two steps to the side, then turned to look at her again, his lips moved, and they were pressed together tightly again.

Bosha glanced at him subconsciously, and found that his eyes looked very complicated. Under the dark clouds, his black eyes looked deeper, as if hiding a bizarre story.

She wasn't interested in any of this, so she quickly looked away and rubbed her forehead with her hands.Because she has been fighting against "Bo Sha", her mental strength is a little tired.

She took a deep breath and walked towards the horse. Just as she was about to touch the reins, Rochester's voice came from behind.

"Bo Sha, I have something to tell you." He took her hand and immediately noticed her cold temperature.

There was a rustling sound, Bosha turned her head, and saw a black cloak coming towards her.

Before she could react, Rochester had already covered her and was tying the straps.

A woody aftertaste enveloped her, no different from what "Bo Sha" remembered.

She couldn't help trembling all over, and her breathing became very rapid.

Exhausting all the willpower in her body, she quickly tore off the cloak and threw it on the ground forcefully. The black cloak was blown several meters away by the wind.

"Bosha..." Rochester's face was pale. Seeing that she turned indifferently again and was about to get on the horse, Rochester instinctively took her hand.

He knew that as long as "Bo Sha" didn't solve the misunderstanding of going crazy, she would reject him forever and treat him with contempt.

He took a deep breath, and under her disgusted gaze, he finally said: "Bosha, she went crazy because of a family genetic disease, not me."

Who "she" was, both of them knew very well.

Bo Sha was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect him to say it directly, she looked at the hillside in the distance and said nothing.

A trace of remorse flashed in Rochester's eyes, he looked at Bosha's quiet side face, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Bosha, I don't want to hurt you."

"Family genetic disease?" Bo Sha repeated the word, he stared at her expression carefully, ready to comfort her at any time.

He was going to say: Even if she went crazy, he would never lock her up, but greet her with a strong chest and comfort her.

Thinking of that scene, he felt a little longing in a strange way.Hugging her, how happy he should be.

But things didn't develop as he thought.

"So?" Bosha's reaction was very strange. She smiled slightly with a hint of sarcasm, "When the snow mountain collapses, which snowflake is innocent?"

She looked up into his eyes, with sharp doubts: "Do you dare to say that you are completely innocent?"

He always thought that those honey brown eyes were very bright, but only now did he realize that she could see through all hypocrisy.

He really wanted to say "yes", but found that under those bright eyes, he couldn't speak.

Bo Sha thinks he is guilty.

The wind on the top of the mountain gradually became stronger, and the nearby treetops were blown up and down, and the black cloak had long since disappeared.

Rochester was wearing a black woolen overcoat, and felt cold for the first time. It was a coldness spreading from his heart.

His face gradually turned pale, his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were like a hound before dying, with a hint of pleading.

"Bosha..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that he was almost speechless, "Bosha...I hate me."

He said the heart-wrenching truth in a hoarse voice, Bo Sha hated him, he had never been so clear at this moment.

If she didn't hate him, she would be tolerant to him and understand his necessity.

He didn't dare to say he was good to "Bosha", but he didn't think he was guilty.

Is it a sin for him not to pretend to love a woman he doesn't love?

Bo Sha gathered her cloak, frowned and glanced at the sky, thick dark clouds gradually enveloped, there was a possibility of a storm.

She glanced at Rochester again, wanting to end the topic quickly.

"Mr. Rochester, you are right." Her tone was very cold, but her tone was very elegant, "I can't help but have a prejudice against you, and I won't love you. I hope you can stay away from me, so that I won't develop hatred towards you meaning."

Rochester's face was as white as plaster.

His black hair was messily draped over his forehead, and one strand might have touched his eyes, making the corners of his eyes red with tears.

Seeing him in such pain, Bo Sha felt that perverted pleasure reappeared.

She took a deep breath, took one last look at him, walked to the side of the horse, stepped on the horse neatly, and quickly ran down the hillside one by one.

When Rochester saw that agile figure going away, he suddenly came back to his senses and subconsciously chased after her.

The black horse was not far away, and he got on the horse in a hurry. Seeing that Bo Sha had already run down the hillside, he became even more anxious.

Occasionally, there are some small stone hills on the hillside, which are scattered in the soil like small islands in the sea.

Rochester avoided these stone hills like a helmsman, shuttled left and right inside.

Suddenly, the black horse neighed suddenly, its front legs leaped high, and the black rider on it disappeared from the horseback immediately.

When Bosha returned to Thornfield, there was a loud thunder in the sky, and the purple lightning dyed the air a strange color.

No sooner had she entered the battlements than she had time to enter the corridor when she was drenched in such a pouring rain that it was like God pouring water from a basin.

"Ma'am, what about sir?" Falks came out to greet her, and asked while taking off her cloak.

Bosha paused, and looked back at the hillside not far away. At this moment, the hillside was shrouded in a heavy rain curtain, like a black and white landscape painting.

She frowned slightly, shook her head and said, "I don't know, I separated from him on the mountain."

"Oh, God, sir is still outside." Falks immediately exclaimed, his eyes flustered, "but it's raining so hard outside, how can he come back?"

Bo Sha didn't speak for a while, she turned her head and glanced at the hazy sky, suddenly her heart skipped a beat.

Rochester, you won't die, will you?

He is the male protagonist, and the barriers of time and space are inherently thin. If he dies, it will only accelerate the overlapping of time and space, causing chaos in the universe.

"Ma'am, we should go find Mr." Falks immediately took her hand, taking her silence as panic, and comforted him, "As long as we look for it, we will definitely find it back."

She asked Leah to change her into dry clothes, and summoned all the servants, and the manor was shrouded in an atmosphere of anxiety.

After Bosha changed her clothes, she went downstairs again.

At this time, Mrs. Falks was standing at the door looking around, and when she saw her, she tried to comfort her: "Madam, the rain has subsided, and they will find Mr. soon."

As she spoke, she frowned when she saw her wet hair, and asked her to sit down by the fireplace in the living room.

"Ma'am, warm yourself to the fire. I'll dry your hair, or you'll have typhoid fever." Falks took a cloth towel and wiped it gently for her.

The lounge was very quiet for a while, Bosha was a little absent-minded, while Falks kept listening to the movement outside, looking at the door from time to time.

Suddenly, Falks' eyes lit up, and he ran to the door immediately, saying, "They're back, I heard John's voice, God bless, they brought Mr. back."

At this time, Falks had already seen Rochester being carried in by a servant, and immediately exclaimed: "My God, what's the matter, sir?"

While carrying Rochester in, John and another servant were out of breath and had no time to speak.

Another servant who went with him explained: "Ma'am, Mrs. Falks, Mr. fell down on the hillside and bled profusely from his head. When we found him, he was not very conscious."

"Ma'am?" Mrs. Falks looked back at Bosha, worried that she would faint at any time.

Of course Bo Sha didn't faint, she had a bad premonition, she frowned and walked out the door quickly.

The moment she walked out happened to be when Rochester passed the door, and at that moment, he looked up.

Blood was slowly oozing from his forehead, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes...

Bo Sha froze for a moment, his eyes...like a desperate beast.

Seeing this miserable state, Falks was short of breath and her face turned pale. She looked at Bo Sha instantly: "Madam?"

"I can't move Edward now, clean up the lounge and let him lie down." Bosha immediately issued an order.

"Burke, get the surgeon at once, and ride the fastest black horse," she added.

"Ma'am, the black beast has escaped, and I will ride another brown horse." Burke responded immediately, and then ran out of the manor.

It was only then that Bosha knew that the black horse had escaped, and it seemed that Rochester's fall injury might have something to do with it.

But this is just a trivial matter, Bo Sha looked at Rochester who was put on the rest bed by the servant.

At this moment, the blood on his head has not stopped. If this continues, he will lose too much blood and die.

Bosha immediately asked Liya to bring salt water and gauze, and personally bandaged him to stop the bleeding.

When she pressed the bleeding point, Rochester opened his eyes. He looked at Bosha and smiled weakly: "Bosha, if I die, will you be happy?"

His words were undoubtedly very strange to others, and Falks immediately said anxiously: "Mr. is no longer sober, and he said 'sad' as 'happy'."

Bo Sha looked down at him and smiled encouragingly: "Edward, you will not die, I need you."

Rochester stared at her smile, but couldn't find the falseness in it, a trace of self-mockery flashed in his eyes.

It turned out that compassion was the most sincere thing she gave herself.

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