You won't have much free time to train apprentices in the future; all your energy should be devoted to the tasks I've assigned you.
Ning Chenxing's icy words fell slowly, like a heavy hammer, slamming into the dimly lit and quiet attic, which was almost oppressively quiet.
Each word seemed to carry the weight of a judgment, slowly echoing in the air, its lingering sound piercing Yu Ying's heart like a sharp needle.
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved like a ghost, his movements light yet exuding a chilling decisiveness and indifference.
He slowly withdrew the hand that had been so wantonly manipulating Yu Ying. That hand, which just moments before seemed like the claw of a demon controlling life and death, had now vanished like a phantom.
Immediately afterwards, he turned around gently, his clothes fluttering slightly with his movement, and a faint sound of wind lingered in the air above the pavilion, as if it too was sighing quietly at this scene.
Without a trace of lingering attachment or the slightest hesitation, he walked steadily yet with an eerie air straight out of the pavilion.
The fading footsteps could be clearly heard in the almost deathly silent attic, like the dull beat of a drum.
Each sound was like a heavy hammer, mercilessly striking Yu Ying's heart, causing her heart to clench with pain, as if it were about to shatter into countless pieces.
Until his figure completely disappeared behind the old door of the attic, leaving no trace.
Even the faintest footsteps, like the sigh of a ghost, completely dissipated into the air, leaving Yu Ying's nerves stretched to their limit, almost about to snap.
It was like a thread that suddenly lost its tension, instantly slackening.
It was as if all the strength supporting my body had been instantly drained away, leaving me like a fragile, withered flower after being battered by a violent storm.
He knelt on the ground, limp and powerless, like a lump of soft mud.
Humiliating tears, like a raging torrent bursting its banks, flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, carrying the pain and resentment that had been building up inside her for so long.
It rolled down her pale, bloodless face.
The scalding tears burned her skin, as if leaving painful marks on her face.
It was as if she was silently telling the endless pain, humiliation and despair deep in her heart. Her cries were suppressed and tragic, like the wails of the deepest hell.
Her body trembled violently, like a withered leaf falling in the autumn wind, shivering and teetering in the gale.
She stretched out her hands tremblingly, her hands resembling fragile, withered branches shivering in the biting cold wind, every finger trembling.
With a slight tremor, she slowly picked up the clothes that had been scattered and torn off by Ning Chenxing's reckless actions.
Her movements were slow and labored, each movement as if she had used up the last bit of strength in her body, as if time itself had slowed down at that moment.
She dressed herself, trembling, the process feeling like an eternity, every second filled with pain and torment.
Then, gritting her teeth, she tried to stand up with the last of her strength, but her legs were as weak as cotton, and she almost fell down again.
She moved mechanically toward the bed, step by step, her steps unsteady and unsteady, like a walking corpse.
Every step felt like stepping on my own heart, accompanied by excruciating pain.
After finally managing to move to the edge of the bed, she slowly sat down, her whole being seemingly devoid of soul, her eyes empty and lifeless.
Staring blankly ahead, as if trapped in an endless abyss of darkness, everything before my eyes became blurry.
My heart was filled with mixed feelings, as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned, with sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty tastes all intertwined.
Yet she could not express it, and could only let this complex and almost chaotic emotion surge in her heart, completely overwhelming her.
When that person "died," Yu Ying's heart was completely occupied by a deep-seated, bone-deep fear.
That fear, like a bone-deep infection, clung tightly to her, following her like a shadow. No matter how desperately she struggled, she could not escape this nightmarish shadow.
Every night, she would wake up from nightmares, drenched in cold sweat, her heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of her throat.
She always felt that the person had not truly died, but was hiding in some dark corner, like an invisible ghost.
With a pair of cold, sinister eyes filled with endless malice, he was constantly watching her every move.
As long as she makes the slightest mistake, even if it's just a fleeting thought that goes against that person's wishes.
The man would then leap out of the darkness like a ghost, with a hideous face and cruel methods, torturing her mercilessly, leaving her unable to live or die.
They were plunged into an endless abyss of pain, a pain that seemed to have no end, like a never-ending cycle of reincarnation.
This fear, like a nightmare, haunted her for a long, almost desperate period, until her spirit was nearly driven to the brink of collapse.
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