Murong Yunqing drove over and picked up Yang Zimei.
Murong's mother took Yang Zimei into the floor where Murong Yan lived.
The decorations on the entire floor are like the European palace decorations seen on TV, and they are pink and princess-style. On the wall are beautiful photos of Murong Yan like a little princess since she was a child.
Seeing this, Yang Zimei was truly envious and even a little jealous of Murong Yan.
As soon as Murong Yan was born, she was blessed with a golden key in her mouth. She was like a little princess, with beautiful appearance, abundant material life, and the love and affection of her family.
Why do such people always dislike themselves and struggle to live with themselves?
As soon as Murong's mother pushed open Murong Yan's room, a pink pillow was smashed out from inside, and Murong Yan's hysterical cry was heard, "Let me die, let me die..."
"Ayan, don't be sad, I brought your classmates to see you." Murong's mother said cautiously.
"I don't want to see anyone, get out of here, get out of here!"
Murong Yan shouted and a lamp fell to the ground again.
"Ayan, this classmate is unusual. She is here as a fortune teller. She helped your uncle cure the evil spirit last time. You may be possessed by the evil spirit this time too. Your uncle invited her to see you. Please cooperate."
Murong's mother patiently advised.
"who?"
Murong Yan's tone became sharper, "Yang Zimei?"
"Yes, it's me."
Yang Zimei walked in from the door and raised his eyebrows.
Murong Yan's appearance at this time was no longer the proud and beautiful little princess like a white swan in the past. Her hair was messy and yellow, her face was haggard and thin, her eyes were sunken, her lips were dry and cracked, and her abdomen was ugly and bulging.
There were several cuts on her originally white wrist.
In this state, the person Murong Yan didn't want to see the most was Yang Zimei.
Seeing Yang Zimei walking in with a smile on her face, she was startled at first as if she had seen a ghost, then quickly grabbed the quilt and covered her whole body, and screamed hysterically in the quilt, "Who told you to call her here?
?Drive her away immediately, I don’t want to see her, I hate seeing her the most.”
"Ayan, don't be willful, she is here to help you." Murong's mother glanced at Yang Zimei guiltily, then pulled back the quilt and advised her daughter.
"Get out! I would rather die than have her come to help me in a pretentious manner!" Murong Yan yelled, pulling on the quilt with all her strength.
"In that case, I'm leaving."
Yang Zimei finished speaking coldly and turned to leave.
Murong's mother became anxious, grabbed her, and begged: "Master Yang, please don't leave, please save Ayan, she is ignorant, please don't blame her."
Seeing the anxious look on Murong's mother's face, Yang Zimei secretly lamented how pitiful the hearts of parents in the world are.
She also has parents herself, and she doesn't want to see other people's parents so sad and anxious.
Murong's mother was originally a well-maintained woman, but because of Murong Yan's accident, she suddenly became much older and worried day and night.
"Mom, what are you doing? Why are you asking her?" Murong Yan heard her mother's plea, lifted the quilt and cursed loudly, "Who does she matter? She just wants to see my joke, why are you so childish?
I would rather die than have her come to see me."
"Ayan, she is the one who saved your uncle. Your uncle was haunted by evil spirits and almost died. She was able to save him. Just let her see. If you continue like this, he will be destroyed."
Murong's mother begged with tears in her eyes.
"Even if she is destroyed, I don't want to see her!" Murong Yan shouted, "Let her go immediately, or I will hit the wall and die!"