"Girl..." Zhong Mingwei saw Mei Ya wake up, and hurriedly put down the medicine bowl in his hand, while reaching out to stroke her face. He said softly, "You wake up? How do you feel?"
Mei Ya stared at Zhong Mingwei in a daze, her eyes sliding from his forehead to his eyebrows, then to his nose and mouth, and finally stopping at his chin, which had too sharp edges and corners. She raised her hand and placed it on Zhong Mingwei's chin with trembling hands, gently stroking it while whispering, "Why have you lost so much weight?"
Zhong Mingwei's nose suddenly felt sore. Then he hugged Mei Ya into his arms, his chin gently rubbing Mei Ya's hair, staring at the gray beams. He tried hard not to cry. After a long while, he finally calmed down: "It's okay, when you come home, make me two bowls of noodle soup. I will get fat again."
"But...but aren't you going to the capital?" Meiya put her arms around Zhong Mingwei and put her face on his chest. She choked and said, "Aren't you...going to abandon me?"
"Girl, I was wrong," Zhong Mingwei held Mei Ya's face. He kept kissing her, from her forehead to her nose, and then to her face. He kissed every inch of her skin carefully and densely. Finally, his lips stopped on Mei Ya's dry lips, and he rubbed them gently while saying hoarsely, "Girl, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay in Ningguta and stay with you for the rest of my life."
"You..." Mei Ya frowned and looked at Zhong Mingwei in confusion, as if trying to figure out something. After a while, she suddenly pushed Zhong Mingwei away, staring and trembling, "I... I'm not dreaming, am I?"
"Girl, you are not dreaming." Zhong Mingwei looked at Mei Ya's expression, his heart was broken. He reached out and took Mei Ya's hand and put it on his face, smiling at Mei Ya with tears in his eyes, "If you don't believe me, try slapping me."
Mei Ya's hands were shaking violently, just like her trembling heart at this moment. She looked at her hand on Zhong Mingwei's cheek, and also at Zhong Mingwei's tearful eyes. After a while, her eyes became moist. The white and slender hand was trembling on Zhong Mingwei's face, and the more it touched, the more it shook.
"How come you...how come you've lost so much weight?" Mei Ya's voice was choked with sobs. Her lips were shaking so badly that she couldn't speak clearly anymore. She raised her other hand and carefully stroked Zhong Mingwei's face with both hands. Then she suddenly tightly grasped Zhong Mingwei's neck, "Why don't you want me? Zhong Mingwei, why don't you want me?!"
"Girl, I was wrong! Girl, I was really wrong!" Zhong Mingwei was tightly held by Mei Ya. Mei Ya was so strong that he couldn't breathe, but he had never felt so at ease as at this moment. He put his arms around Mei Ya and buried his face in her arms, like a migratory bird that finally returned to its nest. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, "Girl, please forgive me, just this once in your life, okay?"
Mei Ya didn't say anything, she just hugged Zhong Mingwei and cried, venting all the emotions that had been accumulated in her heart for so long. She felt that she was so useless that she let Zhong Mingwei call her and dismiss her at will. She felt that her emotions were really humble and pitiful, but what could she do? As early as when she was eleven years old, this man had taken root in her heart. Her love and longing for him had already taken root and sprouted, and were intertwined in every corner of her heart.
She didn't know what Zhong Mingwei meant to others. Was he a descendant of a rich family? Was he a prisoner? Or a cripple? But to her, Zhong Mingwei was everything. She didn't know why she was alive before. She worked hard under the insults of the palace maids all day long. She didn't know what to look forward to in such a life. For a slave, her life was destined to be hard and miserable. But when she was eleven years old, her life began to change. She had a vision, a vision of a beautiful future. Even though she knew it was just a dream, it was more important to her than anything else. She carefully guarded this dream. Who knew that the dream would come true one day? That kind of feeling, people who have not experienced it cannot know...
Therefore, no matter how humble or pitiful she is, she will protect this dream, even if this dream is no longer as perfect as before.
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