She tilted her head slightly, trying to force back the tears welling up in her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled gently in the moonlight, casting a shadow.
Memories flooded her mind like a tide, and her voice carried an undisguised sense of loneliness.
She trembled slightly in the night breeze: "Your Highness's kindness will be forever remembered."
However, when I was still young and ignorant, my family members suddenly suffered a terrible misfortune and passed away at a young age.
At that time, I didn't even have time to feel sorrow before I became utterly alone.
At this point, she paused, a hint of loneliness creeping onto her brow, her right hand unconsciously clenching her handkerchief: "From then on, I was all alone in this world."
Like a rootless duckweed, I drift aimlessly. To survive, I have endured countless cold stares and bullying.
As soon as she finished speaking, a night breeze swept by, ruffling her hair and blowing a few stray strands to the corners of her mouth.
In the distance, the distant sound of a night watchman's clapper echoed, highlighting her loneliness in the quiet night.
Qin Qianluo listened quietly, her heart filled with sympathy. She gently patted Qimeng's shoulder, trying to offer her some comfort.
Outside the pavilion, the osmanthus tree swayed in the breeze, its rich fragrance drifting into the pavilion, but it could not dispel the sorrowful atmosphere that lingered between the two.
Qin Qianlu gazed at Qimeng, and under the bright moonlight, the sorrow surging in Qimeng's eyes was like thick ink.
Like a bottomless pool, it appears even deeper under the cold moonlight, as if bearing the pain of countless lonely nights.
Qin Qianluo's heart clenched suddenly, and a strong sense of self-blame overwhelmed her like a surging tide. For a moment, her mind went blank, and her throat felt blocked. She didn't know how to comfort her.
Qi Meng keenly noticed Qin Qianluo's unease, and a faint smile appeared on her lips. This smile looked particularly poignant under the moonlight, like a petal falling in the night wind.
"Your Highness need not blame yourself. Being able to stay by your side is a blessing I have accumulated over many lifetimes. I am truly content from the bottom of my heart."
The prince was unaware of my background, so what wrong has he done? Those past events are long gone, like fleeting clouds.
Over the years, I've endured countless difficult days and nights alone, and I've gradually gotten used to it.
Now, thanks to the Prince's favor, there is hope for the future, and everything is filled with light.
She paused slightly, her tone tinged with timidity and expectation, her voice trembling slightly, "I only hope that Your Highness will not find me a burden and will not tire of me too soon."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qi Meng slowly squatted down, her posture gentle yet somewhat hesitant, as if she had made a great decision before gently resting her head on Qin Qianluo's legs.
In an instant, an ambiguous atmosphere, like wisps of smoke, quietly spread throughout the pavilion filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.
Qin Qian subconsciously raised her hands slightly, wanting to help Qi Meng up, but her long-standing habit made her feel uncomfortable with such intimate gestures.
However, at that very moment, she clearly felt the body on her legs trembling slightly, like a withered leaf in the cold wind.
Immediately afterwards, a warm, damp sensation seeped through the fabric—Qimeng's tears were silently sliding down her cheeks.
Qin Qianluo's heart was instantly filled with tenderness. Her hand, which had been hanging in mid-air, paused briefly before finally landing as gently as a feather in Qimeng's hair.
She leaned slightly forward, her hair falling down, and her voice, like a gentle breeze on a lake in spring, was full of comfort: "Please don't cry, young lady."
Since I have made a promise, I will never break it and will never send the girl away.
"From now on, year after year, I will protect you and ensure you never suffer the slightest injustice again."
Outside the pavilion, night birds occasionally chirped, their sounds breaking the silence of the night sky and further highlighting the tranquility and warmth of the atmosphere inside.
The moonlight shone on the two of them, creating a warm and touching scene.
The silvery moonlight filtered through the carved windows of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, scattering fragments of silver across the ground and casting a hazy veil over everything inside.
A gentle breeze rustled the lotus leaves outside the pavilion against the lake water, creating a soft, whispering sound that accentuated the tranquility inside.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's heartwarming promise, Qi Meng's delicate body trembled slightly, and she slowly raised her head, which had been hanging low.
Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them, like dewdrops hanging precariously on flower petals in the early morning, shimmering with tiny sparkles in the moonlight.
Those tearful eyes, filled with unease and hope, stared straight at Qin Qianluo, their pupils trembling slightly, reflecting Qin Qianluo's figure.
She bit her lower lip slightly, as if afraid that this was just a beautiful dream that would vanish in an instant.
Like a child lost in the darkness, they are trying to find someone to rely on, while desperately trying to confirm their place in the other person's heart.
As Qin Qianlu met her gaze, she felt a mix of emotions, and memories of their past interactions flashed through her mind.
She couldn't help but sigh softly, her chest rising and falling slightly, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Then, she nodded solemnly, her gaze firm, conveying an unquestionable determination.
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