"Nothing," Pang Yi came back to his senses and looked at the bright moonlight. Xiao An's delicate face and the small crescent moon in her clear eyes made his heart tremble. He took a deep breath, then took off his cloak and put it on Xiao An's body. He said in a deep voice, "I'll take you back."
Xiao An was busy looking inside the house, and only after making sure that Gu Changlin hadn't seen her did she breathe a sigh of relief. She complained to Pang Yi in a low voice: "How dare you touch me without even looking at where you are?"
"How could I?" Pang Yi laughed dumbly, and followed Xiao An to the outside. When they reached the door, Pang Yi suddenly stopped. He lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao An, who was wearing his cloak beside him. After a while, Pang Yi asked in a deep voice. "If you were my wife, and you knew my difficulties, would you forgive me? Would you still be willing... not to mind my health and live with me for the rest of your life?"
Xiao An was stunned. She didn't expect Pang Yi to ask her such a question. She took a breath. After a long while, she finally said what she had been holding back in her heart for the whole day: "What kind of serious disease did Master have? Why did he resort to such a desperate measure?"
Pang Yi looked at Xiao An's confused and curious face, and said nothing, but just shook his head gently. While helping Xiao An onto the carriage, he also sat on it. Xiao An sat in the carriage, and she pushed open the door a little nervously, showing her head and staring at Pang Yi: "Pang Yi, can't you really tell me?"
"No," Pang Yi shook his head decisively, and said softly to Xiao An, "Be good, close the door, and don't let the wind blow."
"Oh," Xiao An said sullenly. Knowing Pang Yi's temper, she naturally did not ask any further questions. As her white and tender hands closed the door, Xiao An whispered, "I don't know how Madam will feel when she knows the truth, and whether she will forgive you. But Pang Yi, if it were me, I would definitely not forgive you."
"Why?" Pang Yi was startled. He paused holding the reins and turned to look at Xiao An. "My master has his own reasons, right? Why can't he be forgiven?"
"So why do people love each other and start a family? I think the biggest reason is to share joy and sorrow with someone," Xiao An looked at Pang Yi and said calmly, "If the person I choose to spend my life with only lets me share his joy of success, but never allows me to share his sorrow, I will feel that he looks down on me. He doesn't think I have the responsibility and obligation. He even looks down on women's tenacity and tolerance." At this point, Xiao An paused, reached out and held Pang Yi's stiff hand. She sighed softly, and then continued, "Of course I have no right to comment on other people's emotions and marriages, but Pang Yi, you must know that the biggest reason we can go on hand in hand must be our determination to share weal and woe. Pang Yi, do you understand?"
Pang Yi looked at the white and tender hand that was tightly holding his. After a while, he lowered his head and begged, gently kissed the back of Xiao An's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I understand."
"That's good," the hand gently stroked Pang Yi's face, and Xiao An's eyes followed the hand and gradually moved upwards, finally meeting Pang Yi's eyes. Xiao An curled her lips helplessly, "Actually, I didn't agree to help you with this."
"Then why did you agree later?" Pang Yi asked in a deep voice.
"...I won't tell you yet," Xiao An suddenly curled her lips, withdrew her hand, and slammed the carriage door shut under Pang Yi's gaze, then shouted to the outside, "Hurry up and leave! It's freezing!"
“Gee, gee, gee!”
The next second, Pang Yi gripped the reins tightly and rode the horse down the mountain.
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The next day.
Chenjiatun.
Mei Ya had no habit of sleeping in, and she hardly slept a wink last night. She finally made it to dawn in bed and got out of bed in a hurry, thinking of tidying herself up before Chen Qingxuan and Grandma Chen got up early, otherwise she would be too embarrassed to see anyone with her eyes swollen like walnuts.
"Mr. Chen?" Mei Ya was startled as soon as she opened the door. Chen Qingxuan was sleeping soundly against the wall. Maybe it was too cold. He curled up like a hibernating hedgehog. Mei Ya was speechless. Seeing Chen Qingxuan struggling to open his eyes, Mei Ya finally came to her senses. "You... why are you sleeping here?"
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