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

The sun shone through the sparse clouds, dappling on her body, but it seemed unable to dispel the chill around her. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes were as cold as ice, and a faint, imperceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, which was filled with disdain and contempt. The whispers of the people around her were like mosquitoes in the summer afternoon, buzzing, but they did not shake her at all.

She gently raised her hand, and her fingertips brushed the hair that fell beside her ears. Her movements were graceful and calm, as if she was engaging in a silent contest. At that moment, an inexplicable tension filled the air, making people hold their breath involuntarily, as if even time had stopped.

Her eyes were deep and firm, as if to say, "Come on, I want to see who reveals the flaw first."

His words were powerful and his eyes flashed with a determination that should not be underestimated, like the brightest star in the night sky, piercing through the surrounding haze.

The air around seemed to freeze, even the wind held its breath.

He slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips lightly touched the hilt of the ancient sword at his waist. Every subtle movement revealed his unquestionable confidence.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, a cold light shone everywhere, reflecting his stern face, and everything around him seemed to change color. He moved, as fast and accurate as a cheetah hunting, the tip of the sword cut through the air, leaving a trail that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and approached the opponent. The air was filled with the smell of tension and decisive battle.

It seemed to tear the air around it, creating visible ripples. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing, but it had an edge that could not be looked at directly, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, flashing an enchanting blue-purple light.

The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground. The moonlight was like a veil, spreading in the quiet valley. He and she sat side by side by the stream. The coolness of the stone penetrated through their clothes, but it could not resist the warmth in each other's hearts. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes flashing with star-like light, and a gentle arc appeared at the corner of her mouth, as if she had no regrets about her past choices. He reached out and gently brushed her hair scattered on her shoulders. The warmth of his fingertips seemed to penetrate the night and reach the softest place in her heart.

"If you really embark on that ruthless road, the breeze in the valley, the murmur of the stream, and my smile will all be dreams that you can never touch again." His words were low and affectionate, with a hint of barely perceptible relief. Hearing this, she turned her eyes and gently leaned into his chest. The two figures stretched out in the moonlight, interweaving into a warm and firm picture, as if even time had stopped, just to witness the tenderness and reluctance of this moment.

She leaned against him gently, like an orchid swaying in the night wind, with a hint of imperceptible weakness and determination. The moonlight was like a thread, sprinkled in the quiet courtyard. Ye Qianqian's words were a little anxious and awkward. Her figure was elongated under the silver light, looking lonely and determined. She stepped forward lightly, looking through the half-closed window lattice, and saw the flickering candlelight in the house, reflecting the tall figure of the Seventh Young Master. He was standing with a sword, the tip of the sword lightly touching the ground, and every swing was accompanied by a sharp sword wind and a subtle hum in the air.

At dawn, the light mist slowly drifted across the valley, as if it was nature's gentlest invitation to stay. He stood at the end of the winding path, his back to the green that he had stopped to gaze at countless times. The breeze blew by, bringing the unique freshness and coolness of the valley, gently ruffling his hair, and seemed to whisper in his ear, telling of his reluctance to leave and his wish to stay. In the distance, the stream gurgled, clear to the bottom, the sound of water and wind intertwined into a farewell elegy, and every drop of water seemed to strike the softest part of his heart.

He slowly turned around and looked at the familiar yet distant scenery, with a trace of determination and reluctance in his eyes. At this moment, a light figure jumped out from the woods. It was her. Her smile was like the warm spring sun, warm and bright, but at this moment she seemed particularly distant. She stood in the sun, as if her whole body was coated with a layer of golden light, beautiful beyond the mortal world. She waved gently, with a hint of bitterness in her smile: "Remember, no matter how far you go, there is always someone here, waiting for you to go home." At that moment, time seemed to freeze, the breeze in the valley, the murmur of the stream, and her smile, all turned into the most gentle concern in his heart, forever engraved in the deepest part of his memory.

The corners of Shen Yelin's mouth curled up gently. He raised his hand gently, and his fingertips gently brushed the ends of Luo Xueyun's hair. The movement was so gentle that it seemed as if he was afraid of disturbing the spring breeze. The sun shone through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on the two of them, coating the scene with a layer of light golden light. Luo Xueyun's eyes were shining with star-like light. She raised her head slightly and looked at Shen Yelin intently. The innocence and trust made the air around them become particularly sweet. The distance between the two people was quietly shortened inadvertently, as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only the sound of each other's heartbeats, slowly interweaving in silence.

Luo Xueyun's cheeks bulged slightly, and her eyes flashed with an unquestionable light. She stomped her feet violently, and the dust on the ground was lightly lifted, as if even the air was filled with a sense of stubbornness and dissatisfaction. She stretched out her hand, and her fingertips gently outlined in the air, trying to reproduce Brother Shen's light but accurate sword moves: "Look, Brother Shen's sword is as light as a feather and as fast as lightning. Even if he occasionally wields a sword, he is still unparalleled. How can it be as unbearable as you said?" At this point, her eyes gradually softened, as if Brother Shen's figure was dancing with a sword in front of her. The confidence and calmness made her proud.

Ye Qianqian's eyes flashed with a burning feeling, which was a resonance of the ultimate pursuit of martial arts. She couldn't help but slow down her breathing, fearing to disturb this rare sword dance feast. An indescribable impulse surged in her heart, and she gently pushed open the door. A wisp of cool wind followed in, carrying her determination and love for kendo, and slowly stepped into this world of sword intent where light and shadow intertwined.

Shen Yelin sat alone in front of the French window in the study. The night outside the window was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was thin, reflecting his angular profile, adding a little imperceptible tenderness. He held an old photo tightly in his hand. It was a photo of him and Luo Xueyun when they first met. His smile looked particularly bright in the dim memory. At this time, his world seemed to be left with only the warmth in this photo, and he became extremely sensitive and repulsive to everything around him.

At this moment, a slight breeze blew in, carrying the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance outside the door, gently blowing Shen Yelin's hair on his forehead. He frowned slightly, and was about to draw his attention back to reality, but a figure slipped in through the crack of the door inadvertently. The person's footsteps were light, as if he was afraid of disturbing this moment of tranquility. Shen Yelin's eyes became sharp in an instant. He raised his head, his eyes like torches, and shot directly at the uninvited guest. There was an inexplicable tension and confrontation in the air, as if even breathing became cautious.

The moonlight was thin. Luo Xueyun rubbed her sleepy eyes in the night, standing in a corner of the courtyard, looking at the pair of figures that appeared and disappeared under the mottled shadows of the trees. Brother Shen had an elegant figure, but looked a little embarrassed. He flexibly shuttled between the sword lights, and every dodge was accompanied by the fluttering of his clothes, as if he was dancing a silent dance. And that sister, with determination and confusion flashing in her eyes, the tip of the sword was cold, and every blow was accompanied by unquestionable power, cutting through the air with a sharp whistle. The sword light and the moonlight intertwined, dyeing the courtyard with an ominous silver-white. Luo Xueyun clenched her hands, her heart was shocked and afraid, but she couldn't help being attracted by this sudden "night battle", her eyes followed closely, for fear of missing any thrilling moments.

Xue Yun's eyes instantly turned red. She clenched her fists, and her fingertips turned slightly white due to the force, as if to prove her determination. She took a step forward and stood face to face with Ye Qianqian. Her eyes, which were usually gentle as water, now flashed with an unquestionable light. "What right do you have to slander Brother Shen like this? He is kind to everyone and even treats stray cats on the street gently. How could he say such hurtful words? Every word you say is the biggest insult to him!" Her voice was trembling but extremely clear. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting the air around her, making it impossible to ignore her anger and grievance.

Wang Xiyan pursed her lips slightly, a sly look flashed in her eyes, and she turned to leave, but inadvertently glanced in the direction of Shen Yelin. Shen Yelin stood there, frowning, as if he was experiencing a fierce struggle and choice in his heart. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkling on his face, adding a bit of unreal softness to him. His fingers unconsciously stroked the corners of his clothes, and every subtle movement seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight.

Luo Yuanyi, sitting on a stone bench not far away, had an imperceptible smile on his lips. The smile seemed to turn into an invisible wind, gently blowing through everyone's heart, with a bit of mischief and expectation. His eyes moved between Wang Xiyan and Shen Yelin, as if he had seen through everything and was happy to watch this emotional drama that was about to be revealed. Everything around seemed to be quiet, waiting for Shen Yelin's decision to make the calm air ripple again.

Shen Yelin stood in front of the window. The night was as dark as ink. The moonlight sprinkled thinly on his resolute profile, outlining a bit of subtle tenderness and determination. He stared into the distance, and it seemed that there were stars slowly moving in his eyes, and it was as deep and unfathomable as the abyss. His fingers gently stroked the window frame, and every touch seemed to be silently calculating something. Finally, he slowly turned around and swept his eyes across everything in the quiet room. There was both nostalgia for the past and determination for the unknown future in his eyes.

Hearing this, Luo Xueyun's mouth corners unconsciously lifted, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation. She gently pulled out a chair and sat down, as if she was performing a sacred ceremony. She picked up a chopstick of tender shredded meat and slowly put it into her mouth. At that moment, the aroma of meat, vegetables and the sweetness of rice intertwined and instantly bloomed on her taste buds. She closed her eyes and savored it carefully, and the satisfaction and happiness were beyond words. Shen Yelin sat opposite her, quietly watching her enjoy the food, with a gentle smile on his lips, his eyes full of pampering and tenderness, as if the whole world melted into the warmth and beauty of this moment.

He took a deep breath, walked steadily to the desk, picked up the letter that had been prepared long ago, his fingertips trembled slightly, but quickly regained his composure. The envelope turned gently in his hands, as if it was carrying a heavy weight. Shen Yelin closed his eyes, silently thinking in his heart, and then suddenly opened his eyes and pushed the letter to the dim lamp on the corner of the table, as if he was holding a silent farewell ceremony. At this moment, it seemed that even the air in the room was frozen, waiting for his final decision. Like the dawn that was about to break, everything would be reshuffled, and undercurrents were surging under the calm.

Shen Yelin's eyes were deep, as if they could penetrate the barriers of time and space, and fell into Luo Xueyun's clear eyes. He raised his hand gently, his fingertips trembling slightly, and finally just gently brushed the broken hair on her forehead, his action full of fear and relief. The air around them seemed to solidify, leaving only the shallow breathing sounds of the two people intertwined. Luo Xueyun looked up and met his complex eyes. A gentle smile quietly bloomed, like the warmest sunshine in spring, instantly melting all the haze in Shen Yelin's heart. He held her hand tightly, as if to engrave this warmth in his heart forever. The two smiled at each other, without saying much, they already understood the determination and cherishment in each other's hearts.

The eyes of Shen Yelin and Luo Xueyun intertwined under the soft light into a painting that belonged only to the two of them. Their conversation was gentle and affectionate, and every word seemed to be carefully carved by the night, gently falling into the air, and slowly sinking into the hearts of Ye Qianqian and Sun Luoluo, stirring up circles of imperceptible ripples.

Ye Qianqian lowered her head and took a sip of the untouched coffee. The bitterness was accompanied by a subtle sourness. She secretly looked out the window. The street lights stretched out her lonely shadow, which was incompatible with the warm atmosphere in the room. Sun Luoluo unconsciously stirred the milk foam in the cup, round and round, as if this could dispel the inexplicable loneliness and redundant feeling in her heart. The two smiled at each other. The tacit understanding concealed the helplessness and understanding of this "incompatibility", but they also secretly hoped that their own light would illuminate this forgotten corner as soon as possible.

The moonlight shines through the sparse clouds, sprinkling on the figures of the two people walking side by side, lengthening their lonely and warm outlines. It is quiet all around, with only the occasional chirping of night birds in the distance and the sound of the two people's footsteps touching the fallen leaves nearby. They slowed down their pace at the same time, enjoying this rare tranquility and each other's company. A gust of night wind blew by, causing a few fallen leaves to spin and dance, and finally slowly fell on their shoulders. They smiled at each other and gently brushed them off. The action was full of unspoken tenderness and tacit understanding. The darkness around them seemed to be infected by this warmth and gradually softened. The starlight seemed to be brighter, quietly guiding them in the direction, as if foreshadowing that in the near future, that forgotten corner will finally usher in their bright light.