It wasn't until I saw a pair of long legs in front of me that I came back to my senses.
I quickly took out the piece of rice paper just now and showed it to Yang Yumo. Yang Yumo took a glance at it and then said, "Ping'er, it's really tiring to work with you. Keeping you next to me is my worst decision."
I was stunned when I saw Yang Yumo looking at me coldly. For a moment, I didn't know how to respond, so I grabbed the rice paper in my hand tightly, as if this would give me strength.
Whether to leave or stay depends entirely on Yang Yumo's words. I am not nervous about this, but I am nervous that my acting skills cannot deceive the shrewd Yang Yumo.
"However, since I am wrong, I will continue to make mistakes. Even if she is a mute girl, she is also a mute girl who is not very annoying." I looked at Yang Yumo's face closely, for fear of missing any of his expressions or words.
, the decision was made.
"What are you doing here? Change my clothes. I want a personal maid who knows me and understands me. Don't do everything through my words." Yang Yumo ordered in a cold voice.
Even though I am Ping'er, I am still the personal maid who serves Yang Yumo.
I quickly dressed Yang Yumo properly, straightened out his clothes, and put on his boots for him who was sitting on the edge of the bed. Then I helped him wash up, and then I stood aside and waited for him to give another order.
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Knowing that I can read lips, he seemed unwilling to waste any more rice paper and liked to express his thoughts with his mouth.
After a while, he walked up to me, said "Follow me" and walked away.
This time, the direction he went to was the dining room.
I followed him quietly, this road was so familiar yet strange. At that time, he liked to do things in the dining room, and he deliberately found women for excitement, just to hurt me.
When I first touched on the past, I felt a little confused and uneasy.
But as I get closer to the dining room, my restless heart gradually becomes quiet. Those are the past events that I don’t want to touch in my lifetime. Now that I am lucky enough to return to the old place, it is the best time to let go.
What time changes is not just the appearance. What it changes the most is always the heart.
I am no longer the fragile and easily injured Pei Qian. Today, I am no longer myself. I am just a stranger, Ping'er, looking back at my past self from the perspective of a bystander.
Yang Yumo sat down on the stool. It was obvious that he was studying my expression. Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything because there was no expression on my face. I just stared back at him, afraid of missing his expression.