She is now deeply mired in a morbid, insane, and chilling obsession.
As if possessed by an evil ghost, they completely lost their ability to control themselves and were helplessly sinking into that dark abyss.
She could no longer see the value and meaning of beauty; instead, she regarded those beautiful people or things as prey that had to be destroyed at all costs.
She resorts to any means to cause destruction and ruin; every time she extends her evil hand, it's as if she's declaring to the world her contempt and hatred for beauty.
Every time she witnessed something beautiful vanish, every time she heard a desperate wail, a twisted and perverse pleasure would surge within her.
It was as if only through such cruel and bloody means could she barely fill the bottomless, eternally unfillable void deep within her heart.
To find a fleeting, morbid, addictive comfort, like a drug.
Despite the hardships and pain she endured, she persevered with extraordinary determination and an indomitable spirit.
Having experienced countless falls and rises, he diligently cultivated himself amidst blood and tears.
Every day and night, she tempered her mind and body in loneliness and despair, enduring pressure and pain that ordinary people could hardly imagine.
He mastered unparalleled martial arts skills, which made him a fearsome figure in the martial arts world and instilled fear in countless heroes.
In this complex and unpredictable world, he was hard to rival and became an object of awe and fear for all.
However, behind this seemingly powerful and awe-inspiring appearance lies endless sorrow, helplessness, and loneliness.
Her heart was like a desolate island; though outwardly unbreakable, it was riddled with holes and utterly fragile.
Perhaps, deep within her heart, which was already shrouded in darkness and almost suffocating, lies the truth.
A faint, almost imperceptible light still lingers, stubbornly shining even as it seems about to be extinguished.
That was a deep longing and yearning for the beautiful life of the past, and the last bit of human struggle and perseverance in her heart.
If the god of fate could be merciful, moved by her tragic fate, and grant her a precious chance to choose again.
She would rather be an ordinary and happy princess, nestled in the warm and generous embrace of her father and mother, enjoying their meticulous care and love.
In that dreamlike world, free from pain and torment, untainted by sin, she could laugh and play freely.
Let your life bloom as brilliantly and brightly as the flowers in spring.
She could chase and play with her friends in the garden, listen to her father and mother tell those ancient and beautiful stories, and feel the warmth of family affection and the happiness of her family.
Instead of wandering alone in the abyss of darkness, struggling and sinking deeper and deeper into the mire of sin.
Alas, the river of time flows on and on, never to return. The past slips through our fingers like quicksand, never to be retrieved.
She, too, was swept up in this merciless torrent, propelled forward by the giant hand of fate, never to return to her innocent and carefree childhood.
Qi Meng could only be driven by the most primal instincts deep within her heart, like a lonely traveler wandering in the darkness, constantly searching for glimpses of beauty in this world.
Then destroy it, and in the broken wreckage, in that moment of destruction, feel a twisted yet real solace.
To fill the bottomless, endless black hole in one's heart, and to soothe the fear and unease hidden deep within the soul that constantly gnaws at the heart.
Qimeng sat quietly before the carved bronze mirror, like a frozen statue, her eyes vacant yet seemingly containing endless stories.
Her gaze pierced through the cold mirror, probing straight into the depths of her soul, her eyes flashing with a mad, fiery light that seemed capable of burning everything to ashes.
The light, like eerie will-o'-the-wisps in the night sky, leaped and flickered, revealing a chilling madness and ruthlessness.
She slowly raised her hand, which was as delicate as mutton fat jade, and her fingertips gently glided across the mirror surface.
It leaves a faint trace, as if it is having a silent conversation with its reflection in the mirror.
Then, she slightly bent her fingers and gently pinched the edge of the exquisite jade mask.
As she slowly raised her hand, the mask gradually left her face, revealing a stunningly beautiful and almost flawless face beneath.
Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the window frame, falling on her face and casting a golden glow upon it, making her features appear more defined and lifelike.
Those curved willow-leaf eyebrows, like tender willows swaying in the spring breeze, exude a lively and spirited air.
Those bright eyes were like a pool of autumn water, clear and deep, their shimmering light seemingly concealing countless secrets and stories.
Her high, straight nose, as steep as a mountain range, added a touch of nobility and aloofness to her face.
Those slightly upturned red lips were like a beautiful rose blooming in spring, exuding an alluring fragrance that made one want to kiss them.
She gazed at her face quietly for a long time, and then a satisfied smile, like a flower breaking through the ice in spring, quietly bloomed on her lips.
That smile carried a hint of smugness and pride; her face was her most convenient weapon.
This face is indeed her most powerful weapon in navigating between various forces.
With her captivating beauty, she was like a cunning fox.
It can easily break through the target's defenses and plant a seed called "desire" in their heart.
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