Finally, the noise inside the room gradually subsided, and Qin Qianluo, feeling drowsy, slowly fell asleep, her breathing steady and gentle.
Like a weary bird returning to its nest after a long journey, finding peace and tranquility in its warm nest.
Her face looked exceptionally serene in her sleep, with a faint smile on her lips, as if she was still savoring the sweetness of the moment.
Su Jinyun lay on her side beside her, raised her hand, and gently stroked Qin Qianluo's cheek with the warm and gentle touch of spring sunshine.
It was as if she were caressing a rare treasure, her eyes filled with tender affection.
Her gaze followed Qin Qianluo's eyebrows and eyes, slowly sliding down to her slightly swollen lips. Recalling the intimacy just now, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.
Then, Su Jinyun picked up a silk handkerchief from the side, gently soaked it in warm water, and wiped Qin Qianluo's face with the gentleness of someone treating the most fragile beauty in the world.
From her smooth forehead to her rosy cheeks, and then to her slightly reddened neck covered in hickeys, every movement was filled with endless pampering and care.
Her gaze was focused and affectionate, as if nothing in the world was as important as the person in her arms, and the entire universe was condensed in this small bed.
After gently wiping her clean, Su Jinyun reached out and carefully pulled Qin Qianluo into her arms.
They carefully adjusted their positions, shifting and moving around, just to make each other more comfortable.
Then, she slowly closed her eyes, and that smile, as if etched on her face by the gentlest strokes of time, lingered for a long time.
It's as if I'm in a dream, filled with the sweetness of this moment.
Even the surrounding air seemed to be deeply infected by this sweetness, becoming gentle and warm, and every breath felt like savoring the sweetness of love.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and we were so captivated by this beautiful instant that we didn't want it to slip away any longer.
We want to preserve this sweetness forever, making it a precious memory that will never fade in the long river of time.
The night was as thick as ink, enveloping the entire Prince Zhao's residence.
The carved wooden door was tightly closed, and the warm yellow light shining through the cracks was like a candle flame about to go out in the darkness, flickering uncertainly.
With a soft sound, the lights, like weary stars, slowly dimmed and eventually disappeared.
The whole world seemed to have been muted by an invisible hand, falling into a state of tranquility.
The moon, like a shy girl who had been hesitating behind the scenes for a long time, finally mustered up the courage to carefully peek out her round face from the thick, cotton-like clouds.
In an instant, the clear, bright, silvery-white moonlight, like a tidal wave bursting its banks, poured down without reservation onto every inch of the Prince Zhao's residence and every corner.
The moonlight, like a gently flowing silver stream, draped this majestic and solemn palace in a dreamlike silver veil.
Under the gentle caress of the moonlight, the ancient roof tiles shimmered with tiny sparkles, like countless tiny stars embedded on them.
The grass and trees swaying gently in the wind are also coated with a layer of silver, and each leaf is like a piece of jade that has been carefully carved.
It rustled softly in the breeze, as if whispering the mystery and beauty of this moonlit night.
However, beneath this seemingly peaceful and beautiful moonlight, in a dark corner outside their house, Qi Meng, like a long-dormant beast of the night, quietly hid.
She was dressed in a specially made black night-clothes, the material of which seemed to absorb all light.
It allowed her figure to blend perfectly into the darkness, as if she were part of the darkness herself.
Only those eyes, like lonely stars twinkling in the cold night, emitted a chilling light, a coldness that seemed to penetrate everything, sending shivers down one's spine.
When her gaze, sharp as a blade, shot straight at the closed door, the ruthlessness in her eyes flashed like a lightning bolt slicing through the night sky.
The light was so intense, it seemed to cleave through the surrounding darkness; it was fleeting yet breathtaking, as if it could freeze the air into ice.
The news that Qin Qianluo was already married was like a heavy shackle around Qimeng's neck, making it hard for her to breathe.
This was an unchangeable fact, and Qimeng knew it all too well. Although she was filled with resentment, she also felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
That sense of frustration was like an invisible yet resilient net, binding her tightly, and with each struggle, the rope tightened even more.
However, whenever Qimeng thought of Su Jinyun, her fists would clench unconsciously.
My knuckles turned white from excessive force, and my nails dug deep into my palms, causing a piercing pain.
But the physical pain was nothing compared to the raging anger and resentment burning in her heart.
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