The master and his two servants wept, clutching one another. Of course, the wailing and sobbing came entirely from Steward Yáng and Mò Yī, while Yang Yizhi remained dazed, still struggling to process his situation.
The servants held him so tightly that Yang Yizhi felt like a long-lost treasure being recovered. Yet, he felt the sentiment was being carried a bit too far; he was being squeezed so hard he was beginning to have trouble breathing.
The reprimand that had reached his lips was swallowed back.
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