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

A gust of night wind blew by, bringing with it a faint scent of flowers and a barely perceptible hint of tension.

One of the women, with a gentle smile on her lips, walked lightly to Shen Ye Lin's side and whispered softly, "Brother Ye Lin, the moonlight is so beautiful, are you worried about something?" Her voice was so gentle that water could drip out, and her eyes were full of longing for the future.

Shen Yelin just smiled faintly, without making any comment. That smile contained too many emotions that they could not see through, as if everything was under control, yet seemed out of reach. Just like the first pear blossoms in spring, unstained by dust.

She stepped into the threshold, her eyes gentle and firm. She passed through the carved screen and saw the flickering candlelight in the room, reflecting the figure sitting in a wheelchair, whose outline looked particularly soft in the interweaving of light and shadow. The man held an ancient book in his hand, and his eyebrows revealed an extraordinary temperament. Seeing Ye Qianqian coming in, he gently put down the book, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. That smile seemed to be able to instantly dispel all the haze and make this small place instantly warm like spring. She tightened the flashlight in her hand, and the beam drew a firm arc in the air, illuminating the way forward.

Luo Yuan followed closely behind, with steady steps. The two walked side by side into the unknown darkness, each step appearing extremely firm. The air around them seemed to solidify because of this belief, leaving only their steady footsteps, echoing in this long corridor, foreshadowing that a new adventure was about to begin.

But at this moment, it was diluted by the wind, drifting away until it could no longer be captured. In the interweaving of light and shadow, everything returned to calm, leaving only an empty room and a heart gently wrinkled by the wind.

The light was light, and the room was covered with a soft silver gauze. He sat beside Luo Xueyun's bed, his back looked lonely and determined. His head was slightly lowered, his eyelids half closed, and he seemed to fall asleep at any time, but his tired eyes would still rise from time to time, gently passing over the sleeping girl on the bed.

Luo Xueyun's face looked particularly peaceful under the moonlight, as if she was so gentle that she was afraid of disturbing the tranquility. He gently adjusted his posture so that his arms could support his head more firmly to prevent it from slipping while he was sleeping. This silent protection became the most gentle scene of the night.

The night breeze blew gently, passing through the sparse clouds, carrying a hint of coolness and the fragrance of distant flowers, quietly penetrated into the window lattice, gently brushing the ends of Luo Xueyun's hair, making her black hair shine softly in the moonlight.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she had sensed this delicate care in her dream, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, like a newly blooming lily, pure and beautiful. The air around them seemed to have frozen, leaving only his steady breathing and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance, interweaving into a symphony of summer night.

He gazed at her profile, his heart filled with indescribable tenderness, as if the whole world had melted into this tranquility and beauty, and time became slow and long at this moment.

Tears flashed in Luo Xueyun's eyes, but not because of sadness, but because of the deep affection. She tilted her head slightly, letting her cheek get closer to Shen Yelin's palm, as if she could feel all his warmth and promises in this way.

The two sat quietly like this, everything around them seemed to be still, only the sound of each other's heartbeats and breathing intertwined together, weaving into a wordless love song. The air was filled with a faint scent of lavender, adding a bit of fantasy and romance to this warm scene.

In Luo Xueyun's eyes, starlight and tears intertwined, reflecting Shen Yelin's gentle and firm outline. Her cheek rubbed against Shen Yelin's broad palm, like a spring breeze blowing over newly opened petals, delicate and gentle.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, everything around them was eclipsed, only the feelings between them were quietly growing. Shen Yelin's hands gently stroked her hair, and every subtle movement revealed endless pampering and cherishment.

The two people's breaths intertwined, and the air was filled with a faint warmth and unspoken emotions, forming a touching picture that moved people.

Her fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, and each tap touched his heart, stirring up ripples. She looked up, and their eyes met inadvertently. At that moment, he saw that what flashed in her eyes was not only the helplessness of the task, but also the deep curiosity and desire for the world.

There is an indescribable tenderness in the air.

The sunlight shone through the half-closed curtains, dappling onto her cheek, casting a soft golden glow on her delicate skin.

Her slender fingers danced lightly on the wooden table, and every touch seemed like a whisper with time, crisp and rhythmic. Those subtle sounds turned into the most affectionate melody in his ears, slowly flowing into the softest part of his heart.

His eyes involuntarily followed the trajectory of the fingertips, and the emotions surging in his heart were like the surface of a lake brushed by a spring breeze. The ripples spread layer by layer, and then gradually returned to calm, leaving only deeper waves, silently telling unknown secrets.

Shen Yelin sat alone in a corner of the dim room. The moonlight filtered through the gaps in the undrawn curtains and sprinkled between his tightly furrowed brows, casting a lonely silver-white shadow.

His fingers unconsciously stroked the yellowed photo on the table. She had a bright smile in the photo, as if it could penetrate the dust of time and shine directly into the softest place in his heart.

It sprinkled on the servant's hand that was tightly holding the secret letter, making the word "urgent" seem to be given life, flashing with an ominous light.

The attendant's face looked particularly solemn in the dim light. He quickly stepped forward and gently placed the secret letter on the desk. The subtle movement caused a rush of wind, which was out of tune with the surrounding tranquility. The figure behind the desk suddenly stood up, and his wide sleeves gently brushed the candlelight as he moved.

In the dark corner, a figure shuttled around like a ghost, holding a dagger that was shining with cold light in his hand, and his eyes were flashing with determination and madness.

She quietly approached the room that was lavishly decorated but slightly cold. A faint candlelight shone through the crack in the door, illuminating the outline of a sleeping person inside the room - that was the girl who was mistaken for a real daughter, now immersed in a dreamless tranquility.

The night was as dark as ink, the moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the lights in Sun Qianji's mansion were dim, but there was an unusual silence. The secret guard moved like a ghost, shuttling under the eaves, holding tightly in his hand the seemingly ordinary but mysterious package.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, causing the bamboo leaves in the yard to rustle, and it also seemed to blow the breath of the people hiding around.

As he stepped into a side hall, the candles around him suddenly went out, leaving only a few faint moonlights to barely outline his outline. A cold light flashed from the darkness, pointing directly at his throat, but he dodged it with amazing speed, threw it sideways, and a short blade flew out of the package, colliding with the attacker's long sword, sparks flying. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, causing the curtains to sway gently, and it seemed to sweep away the last breath she left.

Shen Yelin stood up suddenly, his eyes empty and desperate, as if the whole world had lost its color.

He staggered a few steps, stretched out his hand to try to grasp the fragments of memory that were about to dissipate, but only touched nothingness.

But the picture gradually became blurred, replaced by her strange and indifferent eyes, as if there was an invisible wall between them, preventing him from reaching her inner world.

The wind around him seemed to carry her scent, gently brushing his cheeks and making him smile involuntarily. The whole world became vivid, and every leaf and every bird song told a story about her and him.

After saying that, she turned around and looked at Shen Yelin firmly. The eyes that were once full of trust now only showed a hint of alienation. Shen Yelin's heart seemed to be hit hard. He swayed slightly, but tried to stand firm. His eyes were fixed on Yunyun. He turned around slowly, his eyes traversing the night, trying to find the familiar yet distant figure.

He sat quietly by the side, and seemed to be able to catch those subtle voices in his ears, like the gurgling of a stream, clear and sincere. He staggered, his steps were disorderly, as if he was walking on thin ice, and every step was accompanied by a tremor in his heart. His fingertips trembled, scratching randomly in the air, trying to capture those fragments of memory that were as ethereal as morning mist.

They flickered with faint light, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and each piece carried the warmth and sorrow of the past, but under his desperate touch, they turned into nothingness one by one, leaving only a trace of coolness, which lingered on his fingertips and reached his heart.

Shen Yelin's fingers gently stroked Luo Xueyun's pale cheeks. Her breathing was subtle and fragile, like petals about to wither in autumn. The moonlight from the window poured in, coating the quiet room with a layer of silver gauze, but it also reflected the worry and reluctance on his face that was difficult to conceal.

His eyes were filled with heartache, fear and a deep sense of powerlessness, as if the precious scene before him would disappear with the wind if he blinked.

Shen Yelin leaned over and gently rested his forehead on Luo Xueyun's forehead, feeling the slight exchange of temperature between them, and prayed silently in his heart, wishing that time could stop at this moment so that he could protect this peace forever.

Shen Yelin's voice was low and trembling. He slowly stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch the distant-eyed girl in front of him - Yunyun.

However, his hand was suspended in mid-air, and finally fell down helplessly. The moonlight shone through the window lattice, sprinkled between his tightly furrowed brows, reflecting the deep self-blame and reluctance on his face.

The sunlight shines through the gauze curtains, dappling on her side face, coating her focused and gentle outline with a warm golden edge. She strokes the pages of the book in her hand, her eyes sometimes deep, sometimes flashing with curiosity, as if she is having a silent conversation with the world in the book.

He stood not far away, his heart beating faster involuntarily, the melody of her inner whispers faintly echoing in his ears, those whispers about dreams, courage and love, like the most melodious music, gently plucking his heartstrings.

Every slight movement of hers attracted his full attention, making him feel unprecedented liveliness and beauty in this quiet afternoon, as if the whole world had come alive because of her.

He seemed to feel an unprecedented warmth. He strolled along the familiar path, each step creating a light melody, and the emotions surging in his heart were like flowers blooming quietly in spring, gorgeous and secret.

Luo Xueyun in Shen Yelin's arms was as pale as paper, and her breathing was so weak that it was almost unnoticeable. Just as he was about to take a firm step and leave this courtyard full of disputes, two figures flashed in front of him like ghosts.

Xu Donghua was wearing a black robe, with a stern face, and the cold light of the long sword in his hand flickered in the moonlight. Luo Mingjian was wearing a green shirt, his eyes were full of reluctance and struggle.

They stood side by side, blocking Shen Yelin's way, like two insurmountable mountains. Shen Yelin stopped, staring at Xu Donghua with a sharp gaze, and the air seemed to be full of sparks. Luo Mingjian pursed his lips tightly, his eyes wandering between Shen Yelin and Luo Xueyun, his heart intertwined with pain and helplessness like a tangled thread.

The night was as dark as ink, and the light in the Luo family study was dim and flickering.

Luo Mingjian sat alone at his desk, tapping his fingers unconsciously on the tabletop, making a rhythmic "tap tap" sound. His eyes were deep, as if they could penetrate the layers of fog and reach the other side of the truth.

The candlelights around seemed to be extinguished one by one by invisible hands, leaving only a few cold moonlight outside the window, which penetrated the night like thin threads, sprinkling on the ground in patches, outlining mottled light and shadows.

The air was filled with a mixture of stale dampness and a faint scent of incense, which made people hold their breath involuntarily.

It was so quiet all around that the only sound I could hear was my own rapid breathing and the occasional hum of the night wind in the distance, as if even time had stopped at this moment.

He walked forward slowly, each step treading on the edge where light and shadow intersected. An inexplicable chill and curiosity surged in his heart, driving him to continue exploring the unknown depths of darkness.

The door of the study was gently pushed open, and Liu Xiaoxi's figure appeared at the door, with a hint of fatigue and confusion on her face.

In the study, the dim light sprinkles gently in every corner, interweaving with the occasional moonlight coming in from the window to create a quiet scene.

Liu Xiaoxi stood at the door, her figure cut into a slender outline by the crack in the door. She bit her lower lip lightly, her eyes showing both relief of returning home and indescribable fatigue and confusion. Her hair was a little messy, with a few strands of hair sticking to her cheeks, adding a bit of fragility to her.

She slowly stepped into the room, her steps light yet with a hint of heaviness, her eyes wandering between the bookshelves, as if looking for something that could answer the questions in her mind.

The air was filled with the faint scent of books and the calm atmosphere of wooden furniture, which inexplicably matched her mood at the moment, allowing this confusion to slowly settle in the silence.

In the dark corner, the thin moonlight can only outline the outline of the figure, like a ghost in the night, silently shuttling through the intricate shadows.

The dagger in his hand flashed a cold light from time to time in the weak light, as if it could cut through the air and pierce people's hearts. Those eyes were unusually bright in the darkness, with determination and madness intertwined, as if all rationality had been burned away.