Inside Murong Liyue's solitary residence, the tranquil atmosphere was disrupted by her resentment.
A few rays of dim moonlight shone through the carved window lattice, illuminating the exquisite furnishings inside, but failed to add any warmth.
Murong Liyue sat alone by the antique dressing table. She really didn't expect that after only a few months of cultivation, two "vixens" would come to steal her "candy".
She bit her lower lip tightly, and her pink lips gradually turned pale. Her exquisite and beautiful face was also flushed with an unusual redness due to anger.
Her slender fingers unconsciously fiddled with the jewelry on the table, the gold hairpins and jade rings clinking together, making a soft yet remarkably clear sound that echoed her turbulent state of mind.
"When I first saw Huang Lu that day, I knew she had a restless spirit. Sure enough, it hasn't been long before her true colors have been revealed!"
"And then there's Dan Bingli. She usually acts all aloof and looks like a block of ice, but when she's in front of Qin Luo, she drops all her pretense and shamelessly uses all sorts of tricks to seduce him in order to win his favor!"
Murong Liyue grew angrier the more she thought about it, her chest heaving violently.
"I knew Qin Luo and I got to know each other first, so what right do they have to interfere?"
Her voice trembled slightly, a mixture of anger and grievance. Murong Liyue's gaze fell on the bronze mirror in front of her, reflecting her slightly disheveled appearance, which only fueled her anger.
Just as she was about to abruptly wave her sleeve, Murong Liyue paused in mid-air, her heart filled with reluctance, thinking of every plant, tree, and object in the room that Qin Luo had prepared for her.
He slowly lowered his arm, the anger in his eyes gradually replaced by a trace of resentment, and he slumped weakly into the chair, feeling all his strength drained away.
"All you do is bully me, and you never say a word in my defense. You just stand there blankly..."
Murong Liyue's eyes were filled with sorrow as she gazed wistfully at the doorway, as if she could see Qin Luo's figure, whom she both loved and hated, standing on the other side through that door.
Just then, the tightly closed door quietly opened, and Qin Luo's slender figure gradually came into clear view of Murong Liyue.
Upon seeing this, Murong Liyue's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned around, her back to Qin Luo.
Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly like butterfly wings, and in just a moment, glistening tears were forced out and slid down her fair and delicate cheeks like pearls from a broken string.
Immediately afterwards, her originally straight shoulders began to tremble. At first, it was just a slight tremor, but then the amplitude increased until her whole body was shaking.
At the same time, soft sobs escaped from her throat, echoing in the quiet room, making her appear all alone and causing anyone who saw her to feel pity.
Unfortunately, Qin Luo saw this scene clearly in the bronze mirror, but he wouldn't be foolish enough to expose it.
Qin Luo sighed softly in his heart and slowly took a few steps toward her, his steps extremely light, as if afraid of disturbing her moment of feigned venting.
He knelt down in front of her, looked up, and met Murong Liyue's tear-streaked eyes.
Then he raised his hand and wiped away her tears:
"Liyue, don't cry anymore, it's my fault."
Feeling the warmth of the fingertips on her face, Murong Liyue's sobs did not stop immediately; instead, she cried even harder, as if she wanted to pour out all the grievances and dissatisfaction in her heart at this moment.
She choked up as she said:
"No, you are not wrong, I am wrong. I am just a plain old woman, and now I am old and faded. I can't compare to them who are smiling and charming by your side."
"I just hate that I can't be more beautiful or more charming."
"I don't have Huang Lu's graceful figure, which can easily draw your attention. Nor do I have Dan Bingli's icy temperament, which can inspire admiration simply by standing still..."
Knowing full well that she was faking it, Qin Luo also knew that with Murong Liyue's pride, even if there was some pretense in her crying, the unease and fear of losing his true feelings behind it were real.
Qin Luo suddenly stood up, picked her up, and then sat down gently on the exquisitely carved chair, placing her in his arms.
Murong Liyue subconsciously struggled slightly, trying to maintain her crumbling pride, but in an instant, she completely let down her guard, buried her head in his arms, and began to sob softly.
What she longed for was Qin Luo's assurance and explanation, hoping to hear words from him that could dispel her fear. However, her body reacted before her reason, and the moment she was surrounded by that familiar embrace, all the pretense she had carefully constructed vanished.
And so, Qin Luo's slender fingers slowly ran through her cascading hair, gently stroking it, without saying a word, simply keeping her company quietly.
After a long while, having received no reply from Qin Luo, Murong Liyue's crying gradually subsided. She raised her head, her eyes red and swollen, yet already tinged with a hint of madness:
"Is there something I didn't do well enough for Liyue? Have I spent too little time with you? Or have I failed to be as understanding and considerate as they are?"
“If you just tell me, I’m willing to give up everything to learn and change. I’d rather give up my cultivation and devote all my energy to figuring out your thoughts and catering to your preferences. As long as I can be with you, as long as you can only see the good in me, I’m willing to sacrifice anything.”
At this moment, the deepest desire hidden in Murong Liyue's heart was completely revealed.
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