It was a small consolation for my already shattered soul.
In this relentless pursuit driven by obsession, she has become deeply mired in the dark quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper until she is unable to extricate herself.
In order to get closer to Qin Qianluo, she resorted to all sorts of evil deeds, committing numerous heinous, unforgivable, and despicable acts.
Every meticulously planned scheme, every cruel and merciless act of harm.
It was as if these wounds were being etched deeper, more grotesque, and more heart-wrenching onto her already riddled and crumbling soul.
She became increasingly aware, and desperately, that she was gradually sinking into a dark abyss, but this realization did not serve as a wake-up call to pull her back from the brink.
Instead, it was as if an invisible and powerful evil force from the depths of hell drove her to become increasingly frantic and reckless in her desire to get close to Qin Qianluo, like a moth drawn to a flame.
She was like a lonely traveler lost in a boundless, eerie, and terrifying dark forest, amidst a thick fog of despair and confusion.
They regarded Qin Qianluo as the only source of light that was both unattainable and desperately desired, almost like a faith.
They rushed headlong toward that faint light, which seemed to hold the promise of salvation.
Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, and every step leaves you bleeding, even if you know it may lead to utter destruction, you will not hesitate.
Finally, through meticulous planning, she cleverly used Qin Qianyu and successfully stayed by Qin Qianluo's side as she wished.
For her, that period of time was like a magnificent and beautiful dream.
She was completely immersed in every moment she spent with Qin Qianluo, as if she were in a dreamlike, ethereal fairyland, so happy that she was intoxicated and oblivious to everything else.
Every bright smile of Qin Qianluo is like the warmest sunshine in spring.
It poured itself forth without reservation into that long-standing, dark, cold, and desolate corner of her heart, melting it little by little.
Every crisp laugh was like a clear mountain stream, flowing gently through her long-parched heart, nourishing every inch of barrenness.
She completely forgot that she should have been hiding in a dark, unseen corner.
Like a bat that has been lying in the darkness for a long time and has become accustomed to the darkness, suddenly bursting into the world of light.
Completely lost in themselves, they were intoxicated by this dreamlike beauty.
She was like parched land receiving rain, greedily and recklessly absorbing every bit of warmth and beauty from Qin Qianluo.
They almost forgot their tragic true identity and their dark situation, as if this moment was eternity.
However, the capriciousness and cruelty of fate always arrive unexpectedly at the happiest moments, shattering beautiful illusions in the coldest and most ruthless way.
Without warning, a sharp pain, as if tearing her soul apart, suddenly shot through her body.
The pain was like a ferocious beast, baring its fangs and claws as it rampaged through her internal organs, seemingly intent on destroying her body and soul.
At the same time, she watched helplessly as Su Jinyun arrived with an air of elegance and discussed marriage with Qin Qianluo.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the whole world fell into a deathly silence.
She felt as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt from the sky, carrying endless destructive power, and her blood instantly froze into ice.
Every inch of my skin was shrouded in fear and despair; I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, the chill penetrating to my very bones.
She stared intently at the warm, pure sun in her heart, a sun as sacred as faith.
That Qin Qianluo, who once belonged only to her fantasies—pure, flawless, and radiant.
It seemed that her dazzling and warm light, which belonged only to her, was about to be ruthlessly taken away by someone else.
At that moment, she awoke as if from a dream, realizing that everything before was nothing more than a fragile, illusory dream, as delicate as a bubble.
Just like the pseudonym she gave herself—Qimeng—all the beauty was like a dream, a fleeting illusion.
Under the relentless onslaught of reality, like a storm, it vanished without a trace, leaving only desolation and bleakness.
Now, the dream is over, and the cruel reality stands before her like a towering, cold, and hard wall, relentlessly and resolutely.
She understood that she should return to that dark corner that was destined for her, and become the jade shadow that was despised and ignored by everyone again.
To become that pitiful person again, treated as a filthy plaything, wantonly trampled upon, and utterly devoid of dignity.
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