Yang Mu'an buried her face in Yang Muchen's chest, her hands gripping his sleeves tightly.
Yang Muchen felt the dampness on his chest and his younger sister's slight trembling. He pursed his lips tightly, his heart filled with self-reproach.
For years, he always thought that Ding Huizhen was very good to him, but it wasn't until he returned in the last two years that he learned what kind of life Yang Mu'an had been living.
He put Yang Mu'an, who was pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, on the bed, covered her with a blanket, sighed heavily, and turned to leave.
Yang Muchen went to his study, wrote a letter, handed it to Fang Bing, and then turned to leave. It seemed that there were some things he had to bring forward; he could no longer let Mu An suffer like this.
As soon as Yang Muchen left, Yang Mu'an opened her eyes. She sat up and stared blankly ahead, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
After a long while, as if she had made up her mind, she threw off the covers, got up, went to the wardrobe, quickly packed a few clothes, and climbed out the window to leave.
She walked through the market, leading her little red horse, and felt incredibly lonely as she looked at the vendors and pedestrians.
She kept telling herself to understand her father, that he had it tough too, but he never believed her.
Yang Mu'an sniffed, forcibly suppressing the soreness in his heart.
She didn't mount her horse until she reached the outskirts of the city.
She had lived in Yancheng since she was a child and had never left the city. Now that she had left the city, she didn't know which direction she was going. She just kept walking forward. All she wanted to do now was leave Yancheng.
By the time Yang Muchen discovered that Yang Muan was missing, it was already noon the next day.
When he went there in the morning, Xiaoqi said that Yang Mu'an hadn't gotten up yet. She assumed that Yang Mu'an was too embarrassed to come out, so she didn't think much of it. It wasn't until he went there again at noon that Xiaoqi still said that Yang Mu'an hadn't come out, and he realized that something was wrong.
Yang Muchen glanced at Xiaoqi and frowned: "Go in and take a look."
Seeing Yang Muchen's expression, Xiaoqi realized something was wrong. She nodded and pushed the door open, calling out, "Miss? Miss?"
She called out twice but no one answered. Xiaoqi panicked even more. She quickened her pace and walked to the bedside, only to find the bed empty except for a note. Xiaoqi picked up the note and ran outside: "Young Master, something bad has happened! Miss is in trouble!"
Yang Muchen felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
He strode into Yang Mu'an's room, reached out and took the note from Xiao Qi's hand. It was Yang Mu'an's handwriting, which he recognized at a glance.
"Brother, don't worry."
There are only these three words.
Yang Muchen tightened his grip on the note, then turned and rushed out the door.
...
Since their last outing, Sang Jiang and Su Liangdi have been going out frequently, as if they've tasted the sweetness of success.
In the previous instances, Sang Jiang had always dressed as a woman and pretended to be Su Liangdi's lover. This time, Su Liangdi looked at Sang Jiang and protested with dissatisfaction, "Sang Jiang, why am I playing the role of the lady again?"
Sang Ruo glanced at her, her phoenix eyes slightly raised: "Do you think your demeanor is that of a man?"
Su Liangdi walked to the bronze mirror, turned around, and carefully examined herself for a long time: "But don't you know how to do makeup? Why don't you make me look more masculine?"
Sang Jiang: ...
Was she shooting herself in the foot? Seeing that she didn't speak, Su Liangdi took two steps forward, grabbed her hand, and kept blinking her big eyes at her: "Sang Jiang~ please~ just this once, please~"
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