"Young master!"
"Sob Sob"
"Please, don't leave me!"
In the hallway, just outside the living room, a woman was weeping loudly.
Her face appeared worn and pale, indicating the prolonged duration of her crying.
"Don't forsake me."
"I implore you."
"Please, don't leave me!" Mira, the woman, persisted in her desperate pleas, clutching her garments tightly against her chest.
Suddenly,
"Mira, why are you crying?!" A concerned male voice pierced through the air, instantly jolting Mira from her tearful state.
"Young master?!" Mira raised her head abruptly, her eyes fixating on the figure of the man she had longed for.
With a slight frown, the man reached out and helped Mira to her feet.
"Why are you crying like this?"
"What's the matter?"
"Who dared to bring you to tears?!" Zayn, the man, inquired once more, his voice tinged with anger.