Even later, with the combined blessing of talent and hard work, Qimeng's martial arts skills improved by leaps and bounds.
She had reached a transcendent realm that would easily take her master's life, yet she never made a move.
She chose to wait, quietly watching her master gradually approach the end of his life and die naturally under the relentless erosion of time.
It was a silent struggle, and also a struggle and choice of emotions deep within the heart.
She stood in the dark corner, silently watching her master's increasingly frail figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
Before his death, his master, based on his understanding of her, keenly perceived her inner struggle and reluctance to leave.
A mocking sneer appeared on that wrinkled yet still sinister face.
They mercilessly mocked her, ridiculing her for being too soft-hearted and lacking the ruthlessness and decisiveness of a true "strong person."
In her master's distorted value system, being soft-hearted is a fatal weakness, a sign of weakness, and Qimeng's hesitation and reluctance become the very handle she uses to mock her.
Indeed, being soft-hearted is the biggest difference between Qimeng and her master, and it is also the most fatal weakness in her personality.
In the whirlpool of emotions, she was like a lost boat, always deeply mired and unable to extricate herself.
Whether it's family, friendship, or love, every emotion feels like a heavy shackle to her, making her hesitate and indecisive when faced with choices.
When faced with crucial moments requiring a decision, a wave of tenderness always washes over me.
It overwhelmed her reason and courage, causing her to miss a golden opportunity and fall into endless regret and self-blame.
This weakness, like the Sword of Damocles hanging over her head, constantly threatens her survival and fate.
At any moment, in some unexpected instant, they could deliver a fatal blow.
Let her sink completely into the torrent of fate, fall into an abyss of no return, become a victim of darkness and evil, and leave only a sigh echoing in this world.
Upon closer reflection, Qimeng was also unfortunate. She arrived in that majestic and solemn royal palace, filled with auspicious omens and blessings bestowed by heaven.
As a princess showered with love and affection, fate seemed to have paved a broad road for her, paved with flowers and sunshine.
She should have been enjoying a life of luxury in that magnificent palace with its golden roof and red walls, under the meticulous care of numerous palace maids and eunuchs and the flattery of princes and ministers.
Every day, she should be gently wrapped in silk and satin, carefully nourished by delicacies, surrounded by rare treasures, and immersed in endless wealth and glory.
Her heart should be like a clear, calm lake, pure and without any impurities, naturally unadorned, simple and genuine.
Or perhaps they possess the pure innocence unique to children, using their bright and curious eyes to joyfully explore the wonders of the world.
Greet every life and every landscape with a kind smile and heartfelt affection.
Or perhaps it is filled with the radiant light of kindness and benevolence, and a heart full of compassion for all living beings.
Treat everyone and everything around you with a soft and generous heart, and use your love and warmth to nourish every inch of the palace grounds.
Amidst the envious gazes and sincere blessings of others, she could have grown up peacefully and happily.
Like a seedling growing strong in spring, we walk step by step through an ordinary yet incredibly beautiful journey of life.
They left behind a series of light and joyful footprints, weaving together warm and beautiful memories.
However, the god of fate seemed to be suddenly bewitched by evil forces, cruelly wielding the merciless sword of destiny.
It abruptly shifted her life trajectory onto a dark, secluded, and thorny path.
Her master was a demon who seemed to have escaped from the depths of hell, exuding an aura of decay and sin.
With a sinister smile and evil intentions, they ruthlessly intruded into her life, which was originally full of sunshine, hope, happiness, and beauty.
Like a raging, unstoppable evil storm, it ruthlessly altered her predetermined course in life, dragging her into that endless abyss of darkness.
In those long, dark years, as if forgotten by the world, the Master inflicted all sorts of inhuman, heinous tortures and twisted, perverse teachings that violated human ethics.
Like a deadly tumor, it slowly and silently eroded her originally pure and flawless heart, as clear as unpolished jade.
Day after day, year after year, in these days where pain and despair intertwine and follow us like a shadow, on the soil where hatred and resentment frantically breed and spread.
Her heart was gradually filled with endless darkness, and her former kindness and innocence were deeply buried and disappeared without a trace.
Those fine qualities, like flowers ravaged by a storm, fell to the ground and turned to dust.
The little princess who was once full of hope and dreams was tempered by this darkness.
It has transformed into a "demon" that cannot tolerate any beauty and whose heart is filled only with destruction and devastation.
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