"I don't care about your past, I only care about our future..." Master Zhang refused to let the mute girl leave.
"You are not the kind of woman who will be bound by 'the past'. This is you..." Mr. Zhang said and took out a picture scroll from his arms, with a mountain lily painted on it.
The quiet and fragrant mountain lily blooms quietly in the corner of the valley...
"You are like this mountain lily, quiet and fragrant. I am very lucky to be able to see your beauty like Begonia. I am even more lucky because I am a man and can marry you..." Mr. Zhang laughed at himself.
The mute girl's face turned even redder, why did the young master say such words...
She had never thought about it, let alone expected it...
"Thank you for your kindness, Master..." The mute girl did not accept the scroll, but still wanted to leave, but Master Zhang grabbed her wrist.
The mute girl panicked, staggered, and almost fell. Mr. Zhang hugged her waist from behind. The distance between the two became closer. They could almost smell each other's body, hear each other's breathing and heartbeat, and could see
To each other in the pupils...
The mute girl struggled, Master Zhang waited for her to stand firm before letting her go...
"We have no future... Leng Zhiqiu treats you very well, you should cherish it, Young Master, don't think about the dumb girl..." The dumb girl told Young Master Zhang in sign language.
"Of course Leng Zhiqiu is a good girl, but she is not the person in my heart. If you were allowed to live with the person who is not the person in your heart for the rest of your life, would you be happy or happy? In that case, it would be better to be alone for the rest of your life.
It’s just Nanshan..." Mr. Zhang said.
"But why me..."
"I said it, because I can see your beauty, just like in winter, I can see your flowers that have not yet bloomed under the ice and snow. Isn't this enough..." Mr. Zhang said.
"You have always been so tolerant, tenacious, and kind, and you also know medicine and painting... Your talent is not comparable to that of ordinary women. Ordinary women recite poems, paint, and embroider, which are nothing more than compulsory skills for all ladies, and more importantly
In order to get married, you only have time to be melancholy, and you only want to chat with your husband for the sake of being elegant, but you are different, you and them are one and the same, natural, I can see..." Mr. Zhang said his heart.
I really hope the mute girl can understand that my love for her has nothing to do with her appearance, but her sincerity, and has nothing to do with whether she can speak or not, and has nothing to do with her past...
"So this is how I feel in your heart..." A warm current flowed out of the mute girl's eyes. Besides Haitang, Mr. Zhang was the second person who was kind to her.
"You have always been like this in my heart. This is why I love you, choose you, and like you. I don't want time to pass and I can only look at you from a distance. I want to protect you and spend the rest of my life with you.
, Dumb sister, this is my heart, this is my heart for you..." Mr. Zhang sighed.
Every time he confessed his love, he failed, and he felt really unreasonable...
"I, I should go back..." The mute girl left in a hurry. When she opened the door, she bumped into Leng Zhiqiu who was coming back.
Leng Zhiqiu was stunned there, and before he had time to escape, the mute girl hurried past with an even brighter blush.
The door opened, Leng Zhiqiu looked at Mr. Zhang's back, his heart was cut with a knife, it turned out that the woman in his heart was a mute girl, the mute girl from Haitang Dyeing House, it was always her, not him...