Xiao An took a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears. The cold air entered her lungs. It only made her cough repeatedly. She could no longer hold back the tears she had been holding back. As tears and snot flowed, she squatted on the ground, feeling wronged and embarrassed. She took out a handkerchief and covered her face. She choked and cried. She knew that she looked so embarrassed that people on the street must have seen her. But she just couldn't help it.
A carriage stopped in front of the fabric store, and a man jumped out of the carriage. He looked at Xiao An, who was squatting on the ground and sobbing, in astonishment and shock. He stared at Xiao An for a long time, then stepped on the dirty snow and walked over step by step.
"Don't... ignore me." She felt someone approaching her. Then someone came and patted her shoulder. Xiao An thought it was the noisy shopkeeper. She twitched and avoided the touch of the outsider. While sobbing softly, "I... I will cry for a while and then leave. You, you don't pay attention to me, I really... I will really only cry for a little while and then leave..."
Pang Yi listened to her unclear sobs, and his heart was about to break. He squatted down, and then Xiao An's crying became clearer in his ears. His heart was throbbing with pain, and it had never hurt so much before, whether it was facing life and death on the battlefield or parting with his brothers, it really had never hurt so much.
"Would you please go away?" Following the gaps between her fingers, Xiao An saw a man standing in front of her. The man was wearing big black leather boots, and then he squatted down. Xiao An felt irritated and embarrassed, and her tears kept falling. She kept complaining, "You...you go away. I don't want to hear you talk. Just pretend...just pretend that I haven't been to your store today, and that you, you haven't said those nasty things to me. Go...you go away!"
Pang Yi listened to her excited and indignant complaints, feeling a little puzzled. He turned his head to look inside the fabric shop, and then saw the shopkeeper waving his hands at him innocently, indicating that he was absolutely not talking nonsense. Pang Yi was too lazy to pay attention to the shopkeeper, and then he reached out and gently lifted a strand of Xiao An's black hair that fell to the ground, and whispered, "Why are you crying?"
The crying suddenly stopped, but Xiao An still covered her face and refused to look up. She moved her eyes upwards little by little through the gaps between her fingers. The more she looked up, the more frightened she became. As soon as she saw Pang Yi's angular face clearly, her eyes suddenly became wet again, and then she hurriedly lowered her eyes.
Shameful, sad, upset, wronged...
All kinds of thoughts flooded into Xiao An's mind.
Pang Yi could actually vaguely guess why Xiao An was crying. He felt happy and distressed, as well as a bit of inexplicable sadness. He reached out and gently patted Xiao An's shoulder, whispering, "Okay, stop crying."
Xiao An twisted her body suddenly, trying to shake off Pang Yi's hand, but she had been squatting on the ground for so long that her legs were already numb, so it didn't matter if she twisted her body like that. Then she suddenly sat down on the ground.
"Ouch!" The next second, Xiao An was thrown down and grimaced. She didn't even bother to cover her face. She supported herself on the ground with both hands and slowly got up. She yelled at Pang Yi, who was in shock, in an embarrassed manner, "What are you looking at! Turn your face away!"
"...Oh, yes," Pang Yi turned his face away in a hurry, but he was still worried about what happened to Xiao An, so he asked in a low voice, "Is it hurt? Is it very painful?"
"What is it to you?!" Xiao An glared at Pang Yi fiercely, while looking at Gu Qingtong who was standing far away beside the carriage and looking at her. Just now when she was upstairs, she couldn't see Gu Qingtong's appearance at all, but now that she was closer, she could clearly see Gu Qingtong's fair and delicate face. Such appearance was naturally incomparable to hers, but she looked obviously younger than her age, and she was obviously... a virgin girl who had never been married. Naturally, she, an old girl who was old and divorced, could not compare to her.
Xiao An couldn't help but feel sad. The anger in her heart had disappeared, leaving only sadness and grief. She sat in the dirty snow, wiping her tears and trying hard not to cry. After finally calming down, she looked at Pang Yi with red eyes, "Go ahead, just pretend you didn't see anything. Take your little wife away!"
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