Pang Yi immediately put the dagger into his waist and was about to run to open the door, but thinking about what Zhong Mingwei said during the day, Pang Yi's feet seemed to be rooted. He did not move and stood in the middle of the yard. In front of him was the sound of kicking the door, and behind him was Zhong Mingwei who was sleeping...
Or maybe it was the sober Zhong Mingwei.
Pang Yi looked ahead and then behind him. His heart was about to jump out of his throat. In the end, he ran over and opened the door: "Madam..."
As soon as Pang Yi opened the door, Mei Ya rushed in. Pang Yi hurriedly chased after her, but he didn't dare to stop her. In fact, there was no need to stop her. Because Mei Ya didn't rush into the house, she just ran to the window and then stopped. She stared at the tightly closed window. Staring at the brand new, intact window...
Then he loosened his hands, and the chestnuts in his arms fell to the ground with a "crackling" sound.
"Zhong Mingwei, are you really..." Mei Ya trembled as she spoke. She looked like a ferocious mad woman just now, but now she looked like a pitiful and confused little deer. Tears were falling down her cheeks, and she didn't bother to wipe them away. She walked forward quickly. She tiptoed on the windowsill, sobbing into the window, "You really don't want me anymore, right?"
There was no answer. Apart from the bleak evening breeze in my ears, there was no other sound between heaven and earth.
Mei Ya silently shed tears in front of the window, then suddenly leaned on the windowsill and cried: "Zhong Mingwei! Zhong Mingwei!"
Pang Yi was so worried watching from the side that he hurried over and whispered to Mei Ya, "Madam, the master has gone to bed. How about you come back tomorrow..."
Pang Yi couldn't continue. This was not what he wanted to say at all, but what else could he say? Whether facing Mei Ya who was crying bitterly or Zhong Mingwei who was depressed and desperate, he had nothing to say.
Yes, what can he say? How can he, an outsider, untie such a knot?
"Zhong Mingwei, please don't leave me! I... I don't mind the An family anymore! I don't care about how many women you have, as long as you don't abandon me..." Mei Ya cried so hard that she was out of breath. She had lost all her strength and could no longer stand. She slid down the wall little by little, and then sat in the mud, letting her clothes soak through. She didn't care about anything else, except to plead pitifully but not humbly, "Zhong Mingwei, I'm too greedy. I shouldn't... I shouldn't expect you to be good to me alone. I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Please don't... don't do this to me, okay? If you, if you are still angry, just treat me as a servant, just like when I first came to Ningguta. I... I will serve you and Madam An well. Please, please..."
"Madam, please don't do this..." Pang Yi couldn't bear it any longer. He walked over and tried to pull Mei Ya up from the ground, but Mei Ya refused to get up. She clung to the wall desperately, as if she was afraid that she would be thrown out by Pang Yi if she got up. Pang Yi felt extremely suffocated in his heart. He couldn't stand it any more. He couldn't bear to watch Mei Ya abuse herself like this. He took a few puffs, then knelt beside Mei Ya, saying in a hoarse voice, "Madam, my master is not..."
"Pang Yi! Send her down the mountain!" Suddenly a man's angry shout came from the room, which frightened Pang Yi so much that he couldn't say anything. Since he came to Ningguta, he had never seen Zhong Mingwei get angry, so much so that he had forgotten what Zhong Mingwei's temper was like before, and what a terrifying face he had when he got angry.
"Zhong Mingwei!" Mei Ya seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw. She suddenly jumped up from the ground, then ran into the room while holding the wall. She bumped into the door frame and didn't even bother to cry out in pain. She ran straight into the bedroom. There was no candle in the bedroom, but Mei Ya ran to the kang in two or three steps, and climbed onto the kang without saying a word. She hugged Zhong Mingwei tightly and continued to cry, "Zhong Mingwei, don't chase me away, don't chase me away..."
The air was filled with the scent of Mei Ya, mixed with the scent of fireworks and grass. This was the smell that Zhong Mingwei had been thinking about day and night, but at this moment, he breathed in greedily, as if if he missed tonight, he would never be able to smell it again.
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