Helanya let Zhong Zhiling gently put her on the bed and let him kneel on one knee in front of her. Tears streamed down her face. She pinched Zhong Zhiling's shoulders tightly with both hands, and pressed her forehead against Zhong Zhiling's. She cried inconsolably: "Zhong Zhiling, why... why is it so difficult to marry you?"
Yeah, why is it so difficult?
One has to wait from a young girl to a middle-aged woman in her forties. Even if one takes good care of oneself and one's skin is as delicate as a girl's, one's mood is no longer the same as before.
"Yaya, I'm sorry, it's me...I'm sorry..." Zhong Zhiling's voice was choked with sobs. He knelt down with his other leg as well, kneeling in front of Helan Ya. He put his arms around Helan Ya, and his tears flowed more fiercely than hers. "Yaya, hit me! Scold me! No matter how you hit or scold me, I won't fight back..."
"Do you think I really can't bear to let you go?" Helan Ya suddenly sat up straight, wiped her face vigorously, raised her hand, and hit Zhong Zhiling on the head, but in the end it missed by a few inches, and her fist landed on Zhong Zhiling's shoulder with a muffled sound. Then Helan Ya's eyes became wet again, and she choked and said, "I can't bear to let you go. I have never been willing to let you suffer the slightest grievance, and I have never been able to bear to let you be embarrassed, so... so you took advantage of this point of mine, and deliberately... deliberately made me wait for so many years..."
"Yaya, I'm sorry, I really am sorry, but... I'm afraid that if I marry you, I won't be able to get over that hurdle, which will only make me feel even more sorry for you," Zhong Zhiling choked up, reaching out to pull Helan Ya's hand and slapping it on his face, and said in a trembling voice, "But... but I'm still sorry for you. I've delayed you for so many years, but I still don't want to let you wear this wedding dress and enter someone else's house..."
With Helan Ya's status and appearance, naturally there are many people who want to marry her. Over the years, even though Helan Ya's youth has passed, there is still an endless stream of people coming to propose marriage to her, but none of them has been successful. One reason is that Helan Ya is unwilling, and the other is that Zhong Zhiling is secretly making things difficult for her. On the one hand, he can't let go of the people and things in the capital, and on the other hand, he is holding on to Helan Ya even more tightly. He knows that this is shameless and ridiculous, but he just can't bear to watch Helan Ya marry another man.
He is the kind of person that once he has decided on someone, he will hold on to that person for the rest of his life. He has always been a stubborn person, so when he heard that Xu Siyao was marrying Zhong Zhiheng, he was furious and wanted to return to Beijing. However, just as he was about to set out, news came from the capital that Xu Siyao was pregnant. This news was like a bolt from the blue, cutting off his way back to Beijing and turning him from a carefree young man into a living dead overnight.
At that time, he would not know that many years later, he would still be moved by a Turkic girl with pigtails. He would not know even more that this Turkic girl had been waiting for him for more than 20 years.
Today, this man in his fifties knelt humbly in front of this little Turkic girl.
"So now, have you let it go?" Helan Ya looked at Zhong Zhiling with red eyes. Her cherry red lips trembled and her voice trembled, "That...Xu Siyao, you will never think of it again in the future?"
"Yes," Zhong Zhiling knew that Helan Ya would not like to hear this, but he still chose to tell the truth, "She was my former wife, and I have felt guilty and indebted to her all my life." At this point, Zhong Zhiling grabbed Helan Ya's hand and placed it on his chest, "But Yaya, for the rest of my life, this place will only hold you."
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