Yun Shasha knew about Qing Muye's condition before she arrived, so she was mentally prepared. That's why she had made a sarcastic remark earlier when she saw Meng Jingwei's hesitation.
It wasn't until she approached and saw Qing Muye's appearance that she understood Meng Jingwei's feelings just now.
"Who are you?"
Yang Xia, standing behind Qing Muye, looked at Yun Shasha with confusion, becoming even more curious about Qing Muye's identity.
Yun Shasha ignored Yang Xia and reached out her hand with red-painted nails to touch Qing Muye's empty left sleeve.
At that moment, tears welled up in her eyes. "How could this happen? Mumu, aren't you very capable? Why did you get yourself into such a terrible state?"
She murmured softly, her voice trembling.
Seeing this, everyone felt a heavy burden. Meng Jingwei's feelings became even more complicated.
After a pause, she said to Yang Xia, "Thank you for saving my husband. I've been looking for him for three months. Since he's still alive, I should take him home now."
No matter what Qing Muye looked like now, he was her husband, and she naturally had to take him back to Lancheng for treatment.
Yang Xia shook her head, "How do I know if you are good people or bad people? He has amnesia now and doesn't recognize you. I won't agree to let you take him away."
"Let me take him, and I'll give you a million."
Yun Shasha wiped away her tears and said to Yang Xia.
Then, she tilted her head and looked at Meng Jingwei, "What right do you have to be with him? His current predicament is all your fault. Meng Jingwei, you can't protect him at all; you only harm him. Since Mumu has amnesia, it's better to let him stay with me forever; it will be safer."
Yun Shasha loved Qing Muye purely and simply wanted to be with him.
Even though he was disfigured now, she did not mind.
Yun Shasha's words were like 'killing with a thousand cuts,' deeply hurting Meng Jingwei.
The words echoed endlessly in Meng Jingwei's mind, each word striking her heart.
She stumbled, her unbelievable gaze falling on Yun Shasha. Her red lips parted slightly, "I... I..."
She stammered for a long time but couldn't articulate anything.
"Yun Shasha, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Tang Si couldn't help but step forward and reprimand her when he saw how stimulated Meng Jingwei was.
However, Han Yu, Lu Yanming, and Song Ci remained silent.
Firstly, they also felt that Qing Muye's severe injuries were directly related to Meng Jingwei; secondly, Song Jun was the direct perpetrator, so Song Ci dared not speak.
"I'm spouting nonsense?"
Yun Shasha's pale face was flushed with anger. She glared at Tang Si and shoved him, "Xiao Si, are you a brother or not? Mumu has become like this, and you still say it has nothing to do with Meng Jingwei? I think you're also bewitched."
"Before he met Meng Jingwei, he did as he pleased and lived a carefree life. Look, look at him now, neither human nor ghost. Don't you feel any pity?"
She had known long ago that Meng Jingwei was a jinx, but Yun Shasha had underestimated Meng Jingwei's 'power.'
"Second Brother, he..."
Tang Si wanted to argue, but his gaze swept over Qing Muye, who was sitting on the sofa. All his words were stuck in his throat, and his throat, tightened with pain, could not utter a sound.
"Yes, you are right."
Meng Jingwei could not refute and had even blamed herself deeply for it.
She knew that if it weren't for her, Qing Muye would surely have lived a glorious life.
But...
"I am married to him, and I must be responsible for him to the end."
Meng Jingwei changed her previous despair and looked at Yang Xia with a determined gaze. She bowed slightly to her, "Yang Xia, thank you for saving my husband. If you have doubts about me, we can go to the police station to verify my identity. You saved him, and I am extremely grateful, so... please state any requests you have."