Mayme looked at Marcy, whom she hadn't seen for almost half a year, and wondered why he was here.
"Did this hand touch it, or is it this hand?"
Without waiting for the man to answer, Mayme heard a heartbreaking scream that scared the forest birds everywhere.
Mayme didn't want to cause trouble and stepped forward to take Marcy's hand and stopped her, "Forget it, he's already been 7 punished as he deserves, give him a break."
Marcy kicked him hard, almost squeezing a word out of her teeth - get out.
The man rolled down the hill. Marcy turned around and looked at Mayme, who hadn't seen him for a year, with obscure eyes, and said, "Are you alright!"
"I'm fine, how did you get here?"
Mayme didn't believe he was here by coincidence.
"I'm here to see you."
Marcy looked at her, not expecting to meet again in this scenario after the last parting.
On hearing this, Mayme's heart seemed to be hit hard by something, her nose was sore, but she didn't let the tears fall down.
"Did Mr. Williams want to see me about something?"
Mayme did not forget what those men in black had said to her, but as the old master said, no matter what things can not only look at one side, originally she thought she could do when she saw him again to simply ignore her existence, but until the moment she saw him appear, Mayme knew that no matter whether that thing was done by him or not, she could never hate him.
"It's been a long time, how have you been?"
Looking at her, Marcy felt that the current Mayme had changed a lot from the old her, and this sudden change made him start to feel scared from the bottom of his heart.
"Am I good, shouldn't Mr. Williams know very well in his heart?"
"Mayme, do you really believe that those who went to assassinate you were sent by me?"
Marcy stared at her closely, Mayme slowly raised her head and smiled sweetly at him, saying, "Mr. Williams, it doesn't really matter whether I believe it or not, does it?"
"Mayme, do we have to talk to each other like this?"
Looking at her,he really disliked such a strange Mayme, how he wished she was still the same Mayme who fought with him all the time back then.
Listening to his words, Mayme just felt her heart dripping with blood, would this be the situation she wanted if she could?
She kept convincing herself that he would like her, that he would see the good in her one day, but things were not going in the direction she expected, and she had lost track of how many times he had rejected her.
"Mr. Williams, anything I did for you was done of my own free will, you don't have to feel any sense of apology or guilt towards me, since I did it I wouldn't think of asking you to make any promises to me, remember what you said to me when we were at the bottom of the valley? I said that once we leave the valley, everything that was sent between us will cease to exist, you will still be you and I will still be the little assistant."
Mayme's every sentence fell to Marcy's ears like a sharp blade very hateful inserted in his heart, at first, in addition to worry about her safety, the most important or because he did not see his heart clearly, but now he has a clear idea of who he loves.
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