The first time in history

Su Yao had been outside the window, and she heard all the conversations between Qian Mingduo and Ling'er, as well as the scenes in the bathtub that she could imagine. Her breathing just now also quickened with Ling'er's rapid breathing. Su Yao closed her eyes and imagined that she was in the bathtub, blending with Qian Mingduo.

When the stormy catharsis finally subsided, the night slowly drew its curtain like a kind old man. In the silence, Su Yao sighed softly, and that sigh seemed to carry endless thoughts and helplessness, echoing slowly in the empty camp. She turned slowly, with a barely perceptible heaviness in her steps, and walked towards her lonely tent, and every step seemed to measure the distance in her heart.

The moonlight was like water, gently sprinkled on her shoulders, coating her slightly thin back with a layer of silver. Su Yao felt mixed emotions. She knew Ling'er's delicate status in the Qian Mansion. She was a poor woman who was teased by fate and was labeled "Qian Mingduo's maid" early on. As the closest maid to Qian Mingduo, Ling'er's every move was out of helplessness and self-blame. Su Yao felt the pain of being helpless, but she was powerless to change it.

Su Yao does not have the slightest jealousy or resentment in her heart. She has more sympathy and understanding for Ling'er's experience. However, behind this understanding, there is a secret deep in Su Yao's heart that is difficult to tell - she has an unspeakable feeling for Qian Mingduo, the powerful but unattainable man. However, Ling'er's existence is like an invisible wall, which blocks the narrow gap between her and Qian Mingduo, so that she can't even find a chance to be alone with him.

Back in the tent, Su Yao gently closed her clothes, with a subtle tenderness and determination in her movements. She lay down, staring through the small window on the top of the tent, gazing at the bright moon in the night sky. The moonlight was bright and flawless, just like the pure emotion in her heart, quietly hanging in the sky, bright and lonely. Her eyes showed both a longing for a better future and a helpless acceptance of reality.

The world outside the tent was still silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects, which seemed to tell of the loneliness of the night. Su Yao's heart, however, was surging in this tranquility. She closed her eyes, letting her thoughts drift away in the darkness, and prayed silently in her heart that fate would give her a chance, even just once, so that she could be alone with Qian Mingduo and confide the words hidden in her heart that had never been spoken.

For Su Yao, this night was long and complicated. It was not just the passage of time, but also a profound baptism of her inner emotions. It made her more determined in her beliefs between expectation and loss, and made her understand more clearly that the road of love is never a smooth one.

The next morning, Su Yao stood in her tent and saw Ling'er carrying a wooden barrel out of Qian Mingduo's tent. Su Yao did not find grievance or helplessness on Ling'er's face. On the contrary, Ling'er's eyes were filled with a little shyness and satisfaction.

In fact, what Su Yao didn't know was that everything Ling'er did for Qian Mingduo was not only voluntary, but also sincere. Qian Mingduo was like a reborn parent to her. If he hadn't bought her in Bianjing, Ling'er would have had a more tragic fate.