Legend of the Embroiderer

Su Mengyao stood in the courtyard, looking at the distant sky, her heart filled with confusion and anxiety.

After experiencing the ups and downs of her love life with Li Zhao, she began to have deep doubts about her emotions and began to think about where her emotional destiny would be.

Su Mengyao whispered to herself, "Where does my heart belong?" There was a tremor in her voice and a confused look in her eyes.

She recalled every little detail of her time with Li Zhao, all the sweetness and happiness that once existed, but now it has become blurred.

She didn't know whether she could still love as she did before, or whether she could still find her true emotional home.

Deep in her heart, a desire for the future was intertwined with fear.

She longs to find someone who truly understands and loves her and spend the rest of her life with her.

She was also afraid of falling into the whirlpool of emotions again and being unable to extricate herself. This contradictory emotion made her feel extremely painful and struggling.

Su Mengyao was alone, walking slowly on the path in the quiet courtyard.

The path was winding, like a long snake sleeping soundly, lying dormant on the ground.

The surrounding flowers, plants and trees seemed to be able to sense her extremely heavy mood. The flowers that were originally beautiful and colorful now lost their former brilliance and became dull.

Those leaves that are so green that they seem to be dripping with water now seem to be covered with a thin layer of gray gauze, looking listless.

She felt as if a heavy stone weighing a thousand pounds was placed on her heart. The heavy feeling almost suffocated her, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

The deep fear of the unknown world was like an inseparable shadow that followed her constantly, tightly entangling her heartstrings and keeping her in a state of extreme tension and anxiety at all times.

The memories of the past years are like a surging tide, constantly flooding into my heart, one wave after another.

The happy times, sad moments, and unforgettable people and events that she had experienced all flashed in her mind like movie scenes, making her immersed in them and unable to extricate herself.

Su Mengyao dragged her heavy steps and moved slowly towards the center of the courtyard with difficulty.

Every step seemed to exhaust all her strength, so that her originally light figure became so staggering.

She came to the stone bench and, as if she had found a life-saving straw, she sat down heavily on it with a slight muffled sound.

She just sat there quietly, her body leaning forward slightly, her hands hanging limply at her sides.

After a long time, she came to her senses a little, raised her head, and looked at the stone table blankly.

There was an exquisite teacup on the table, half filled with cooled tea.

The heat had long since dissipated, leaving only a thin layer of mist condensed on the wall of the cup, exuding a hint of coolness.

Su Mengyao was completely oblivious to all this. Her eyes were empty, like a body without a soul, staring straight into the distance.

That confused gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of fog in front of him and extend to the distant horizon, to explore the truth that was buried deep in his heart and could never be reached.

At this moment, the floodgates of memory opened like a bursting dam, and every little detail of her time with Li Zhao kept flashing in her mind like scenes from a movie.

Those beautiful and warm times are like the bright stars twinkling in the night sky, emitting charming light.

They once held hands and walked side by side under the moon and flowers, expressing their tenderness and love to each other; they also hugged each other tightly, tears streaming down their faces, and bravely faced the ups and downs of life together.

But now, all of this is like an illusory bubble, bursting in an instant and disappearing without a trace.

All that was left to her was a broken heart and scars on her heart, deep and shallow, that would never heal.

These scars are like hideous monsters, constantly reminding her of the pain and torture brought by her lost love.

The more beautiful the memories are, the more cruel and ruthless reality seems.

Su Mengyao knew very well that if she could not find a solution to the problem as soon as possible and obtain the answer that had troubled her for so long, she would be trapped forever in this swamp of confusion and pain, sinking deeper and deeper until she was completely lost.

Su Mengyao murmured softly, as if only she could hear these gentle words: "Can our love... return to the way it was before?"

Her voice trembled slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Those originally clear and bright eyes were now shrouded in a layer of confusion, occasionally flashing with a few glimmers of expectation, but were quickly swallowed up by endless darkness.

She slowly closed her eyes, and her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the moment when she first met Li Zhao.

At that time, they were still so young and green. When their eyes met, it was like two lightning bolts colliding in the air, instantly igniting the sparks deep in their hearts.

At that time, they were like newly blooming flowers, delicate and beautiful, full of longing and yearning for a better life in the future.

Time flies like an arrow. As time passes quietly, their love journey is not smooth, but full of thorns and bumps.

Countless quarrels, misunderstandings and various pressures in life came to them like a tide, hitting the once indestructible emotional foundation again and again.

So much so that Su Mengyao now begins to doubt whether that beautiful and dreamlike time can really come to her again.

In the long river of memories, Li Zhao's smile as bright as the sun is always clearly visible.

Whenever she felt exhausted or down, all her worries would disappear immediately as soon as she thought of that warm smiling face.

His meticulous care and considerate attention once made her feel that she was the happiest woman in the world.

However, whenever those fierce quarrels and deep misunderstandings emerged in her mind, Su Mengyao's heart felt like it was being gnawed by millions of ants, and the pain was unbearable.

The pain and helplessness intertwined together, like an invisible net that bound her tightly, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

She stood there at a loss, her mind constantly struggling: How should I face this relationship full of contradictions and entanglements?

Should you decisively choose to let go and go your separate ways; or should you grit your teeth and hold on, waiting for the love that has gradually drifted away to return?

Su Mengyao's inner monologue was like a silent storm, stirring up turbulent waves in her emotional world.

She knew that she had to find an answer, otherwise she would be trapped in this confusion and pain forever.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos in her heart, but found that the harder she tried, the more those memories came flooding back like a tide, making it impossible for her to escape.