On the second floor, Cheng Zhiwei stood by the window, watching the car disappear into the rain curtain.
The autumn rain seemed to be growing stronger, the chill seeping through the window, making one feel ice-cold all over.
Wang Mei closed the window and said with some concern, "Young Madam, let's go back. The rain is getting heavy, and the wind is strong; don't catch a cold."
Cheng Zhiwei lowered her eyes, her tone steady but exceptionally firm, "I need to go out."
Wang Mei hesitated for a moment, "The young master instructed me to accompany you."
"You can follow me, but I must go out," Cheng Zhiwei left the words behind, supporting herself on the wall as she limped back.
She was worried about Cheng Zhiyin.
Wang Mei hurried over to support her, and for a moment, didn't register anything wrong—the young master only said to accompany the Young Madam, he never forbid her from going out.
