She is a real daughter. She relies on eavesdropping on people's thoughts and killing people ran

After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the room with firm steps, leaving the silence and unfinished conversation in the room, slowly dissipating in the night.

The moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds, scattering mottled images on her departing figure, casting a long and slender shadow that intertwined with the night to form a quiet and profound picture.

Although her steps were resolute, each one seemed to be stepping on the soft time, silent but with unquestionable power. At the end of the corridor, a dim wall lamp swayed, stretching her shadow to be long and short, like the interweaving of inner struggle and relief. The air was filled with a faint scent of jasmine, intertwined with the lingering fragrance on her body, adding a touch of imperceptible tenderness to this quiet night.

The door closed gently, and the subtle sound seemed like a gentle sigh of time, locking the unfinished conversation and the thoughts in the room into the gradually fading night.

It was as if overnight, the world that had given him endless tenderness and care had become strange and distant. He slowly raised his head and looked at the familiar yet strange face opposite him. The corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, trying to squeeze out a smile to hide the sadness in his heart, but in the end it only turned into a bitter smile.

The air was filled with subtle tension and awkwardness, and the surrounding noise seemed to be isolated from this emotion. Jin Cheng unconsciously clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he didn't feel any pain, only the loss in his heart surged like a tide.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, but his eyes still turned slightly red. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, leaving only two hearts drifting away in silence.

After saying that, he looked out the window. The night was as dark as ink, and the stars were twinkling, as if telling endless ancient legends. Shen Yelin's eyes flashed with a hint of determination, mixed with imperceptible worries, as if he had silently planned an unknown and dangerous journey in his heart.

The sun shines through the sparse clouds, sprinkling on Shen Yelin's face, adding a bit of softness and mystery to him. Shen Yelin gently raises his hand, his fingertips seem to outline something in the air, as if wiping away the dust and misunderstandings of the past.

"The past is all gone." Shen Yelin's voice was deep and magnetic. He walked forward slowly, and every step seemed so calm, as if he was proving his words with his actions. Jin Cheng was involuntarily attracted by this force, and his eyes followed closely, with an inexplicable feeling of emotion and admiration in his heart. The distance between the two people was closed silently, and a subtle harmony and understanding filled the air.

The light shone through the sparse clouds and sprinkled on Shen Yelin's cold face, adding a bit of softness to him. Luo Xueyun's eyes followed the light and shadow involuntarily, with a light of curiosity and admiration flashing in her eyes. She bit her lower lip lightly, mustered up her courage, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "Master Shen, do you always bear everything silently like this? Just like the brightest star in the night sky, although it is silent, it illuminates our way forward."

After she finished speaking, her cheeks blushed slightly, and she lowered her head shyly, not daring to look directly into Shen Yelin's deep eyes. Shen Yelin, on hearing this, just turned his head slightly, his eyes gently swept across Luo Xueyun's face, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if responding to this innocent understanding.

Everything around them seemed to have quieted down, leaving only the subtle affection between the two of them, quietly spreading in the night.

The morning light penetrated the mist like a thread, gently brushing across Shen Yelin's angular face, coating his usually cold features with a layer of warm golden light. His eyes were half closed, as if he was immersed in a distant dream, his eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a faint shadow, outlining a gentle outline under his eyes.

The breeze blew by, causing the hair on his forehead to sway gently, blending with the quiet scenery around him, forming a breathtaking picture. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the freshness of morning dew, and everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful, as if time had frozen at this moment, just to retain this unexpected tenderness.

The sun shines through the sparse clouds, dappling on his side face, coating his well-defined features with a gentle golden glow. He closes his eyes and concentrates, as if he is having a silent conversation with this peaceful world. Every breath resonates with the rhythm of the breeze, causing his clothes to flutter gently, like the wings of a butterfly about to dance.

All around, wild flowers swayed gently in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance, which intertwined with the faint shadows of distant mountains into a delicate ink painting. He was the immortal in this painting who accidentally fell into the mortal world. He was quiet and detached, making people yearn for him and unable to bear to disturb this rare peace and beauty.

Wen Fang's gaze wandered carefully over Luo Xueyun's face. Her smile was as gentle as the sunshine in early spring, yet it concealed an indescribable complexity.

The breeze blew by, lifting the tips of her hair slightly. Unlike her usual pure and innocent look, there seemed to be a deep vortex in her eyes at this moment, which tempted people to explore but also discouraged them.

He noticed that whenever Luo Xueyun's eyes inadvertently passed by the distance, a hint of imperceptible worry flashed under her indifference. This subtle change in expression, like the flickering lights in the night, made Wen Fang's heart inexplicably tighten, and an ominous premonition quietly rose, like dark clouds covering the clear sky.

Luo Xueyun leaned gently against the window frame, her eyes inadvertently passing through the lush bamboo forest and drifting towards the hazy mountains in the distance. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on her side face, outlining a soft golden edge, but also reflecting the subtle worry in her eyes. Her fingers unconsciously stroked the mottled texture on the window frame, and each touch seemed to be a bit heavy.

In the distance, a few birds returning to their nests flew across the sky, leaving behind a series of crisp chirping sounds, which only highlighted the unknown waves hidden under this tranquility. Luo Xueyun frowned slightly, her eyes were deep, as if she was staring at a distant memory or an unknown future. The worry was like a mist, slowly spreading in her heart, making people want to explore what kind of thoughts were hidden under the indifference.

The moonlight poured down on her thin shoulders. She sat alone under the old locust tree, her shadow stretched out long and blended into the night. Her fingertips gently stroked the barely noticeable scar on her knee, which was the proof of her countless falls and climbs. Her eyes were slightly red, but she stubbornly refused to let the tears fall. She just looked up at the starry sky, as if looking for a little comfort. The wind blew gently, bringing the tenderness of her hair, and seemed to take away some of the bitterness in her heart. In this quietness, she learned to talk to herself, turning those unknown pains into the brightest stars in the night sky, shining silently.

The moonlight was like a wash, gently sprinkled on her lonely figure, covering her with a layer of silver gauze. She sat on the swing under the old locust tree, her feet gently swinging, as if she could touch the stars that were out of reach. The night breeze blew gently, with a bit of coolness, but also very gentle, shuttling through her hair, as if whispering comfort. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The scars in her heart gradually became soft and distant under the wrapping of the night. When she opened her eyes, what was flashing in her eyes was no longer tears, but infinite longing and hope for the future.

She stretched out her hand, and her fingertips seemed to touch the brightest star. That star was the source of her inner strength, silently guiding her in the darkness.

Under the boundless night sky, she slowly closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let her soul resonate with the universe. Her fingertips trembled slightly, as if she really penetrated the cold air and touched the distant and bright stars. The starlight gently wrapped around her, like a fine thread penetrating her skin and blending into her blood, bringing an unprecedented warmth and strength.

Pictures gradually emerged before her eyes: the laughter of chasing dreams in childhood, the unyielding tears in the face of setbacks, and the figures who silently supported her and gave her strength.

All of this turned into starlight and gathered into a river, illuminating her way forward, allowing her to find her direction in the darkness and making her steps more firm and powerful.

The night was as dark as ink, and the stars were like a weave. Those subtle lights danced gently around her, as if they were the most gentle brushstrokes of nature, outlining a brilliant river of light on the dark canvas. She walked on this road paved by starlight, and every step she took created ripples of silver light. The surrounding scene gradually became clear, and the thorns and bumps that were once hidden in the dark no longer seemed so scary under the shining light.

Her eyes sparkled with unprecedented determination and hope, like the brightest stars in the night sky, leading her through the fog and moving bravely towards the bright place in her heart.

The wind seemed to have become much gentler, blowing gently through her hair, bringing the coolness of the night and the call of freedom. Along with her firm steps, they together weaved a legend of courage and dreams.

The night was as dark as ink, and the surroundings were dark and unknown in the deep forest. Only the road under her feet was quietly illuminated by a beam of moonlight leaking from the gaps in the clouds. Her steps were firm and powerful, and every step shattered the silence around her, as if even the wind gave way to it. Her eyes, those two stars, shone brightly in the dark night, not only illuminating her own path, but also warming every inch of the air around her. Sweat slid down her resolute chin, dripping on the withered yellow leaves, and was instantly swallowed by the night, but it could not take away the burning hope in her heart. The fog around her seemed to feel her determination and slowly retreated, leaving her a clear path to her dreams and freedom.

She took a deep breath and continued to move forward. Every step brought her closer to the bright place in her heart, where was the future and freedom she had always dreamed of.

The sun shines through the sparse clouds, dappling on her resolute face, giving her a faint golden glow. Although the road under her feet is bumpy, it seems to be paved into a bright road by her determination.

All around, wild flowers swayed in the wind, emitting bursts of fragrance, as if cheering her on.

She walked briskly, and each step seemed to resonate with the rhythm of nature. The breeze blew gently, not only swaying the wild flowers, but also gently lifting the hair on her forehead, bringing a hint of coolness and a breath of freedom. A few colorful butterflies danced among the wild flowers, occasionally circling around her for a few circles, and then hurriedly flew away, as if they were elves sent by nature, leading her to explore the unknown depths of beauty.

The air is filled with the faint fragrance of flowers and the freshness of soil, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, as if the whole world has stopped for her at this moment, just to witness this quiet and beautiful moment.

Each of her steps was extremely firm, and sweat slid down her forehead and dripped into the soil, and was instantly greedily absorbed by this long-desired land.

The sun shone through the dense leaves like a thread, and sprinkled on her resolute face, giving her a layer of golden light. Her eyes were fixed on the winding path ahead, and her eyes were shining with perseverance and hope.

Sweat formed a trickle, sliding down the corners of her tightly pursed lips, and finally falling on the dry land under her feet, stirring up circles of tiny ripples. The air around her seemed to become hot and heavy because of her efforts, and every breath was accompanied by a powerful beating in her chest.

The surrounding plants seemed to sense this unyielding strength, swaying gently as if to cheer her on. Her steps became more and more determined, and each step seemed to be stepping on the drumbeat of fate, stirring up the echo and awakening one dormant dream after another on this sleeping land.

Each wild flower is like a carefully inlaid gem, shining with a soft yet tenacious light.

Her figure slowly moved forward in this splendor, and every step she took was full of determination and hope. The breeze not only caused the flowers to dance, but also seemed to whisper in her ears. Those fragmented and warm voices, like the most gentle encouragement, comforted her heart unprecedentedly. The world around her seemed to be still, leaving only her and this sea of ​​flowers, and the self-evident power, interweaving in silence into a breathtaking picture.

In the distance, the bright land gradually became clear, and it was lush and green, as if it was the purest gift from nature, quietly waiting for her arrival. There was the harbor where her dreams set sail and the vast sky where her soul could fly freely.

The sun shone through the sparse clouds, dappled onto her resolute face, giving her a layer of golden light. There was no wavering in her eyes, only endless desire and determination for the future.

The ground beneath her feet seemed to feel this persistence, and every grain of dust trembled slightly, as if cheering her on.

Sweat slid down the corners of her tightly pursed lips and finally merged into the long-dried crack. In an instant, the crack seemed to be given life. Slowly, a trace of green stubbornly poked its head out from the gap, fighting side by side with her, and together they witnessed this indomitable strength.

The wind seemed to slow down its pace around her, gently brushing the tips of her hair, bringing a hint of coolness and respect, adding a gentle footnote to this lonely yet magnificent figure.