Ye Shixian stopped in her tracks. She turned her head slightly, a sorrowful smile on her face.
"I understand, Mr. Murong. You have your own concerns, so you truly don't need to feel guilty. Mother and Mingze are waiting for me at home. I must be getting back."
With that, she turned to leave.
Watching her slender, frail figure, Murong Ye acted on impulse and blurted out, "I'll help you!"
Ye Shixian turned back, stunned. Her expression was a mixture of hope and trepidation. "Mr. Murong?"
Murong Ye took a deep breath. "Your father is in trouble, your mother is ill, and Mingze is still unconscious. Your entire family is relying on you alone—how hard that must be. Don't worry. No matter what, I will do my best to try!"
Moved to tears, Ye Shixian immediately curtsied in a deep bow.
"Mr. Murong, for this kindness... I truly don't know how I can ever repay you—"
Murong Ye immediately helped her up, his voice soft as he consoled her.
