"Jade Shadow"—what a poetic and beautiful phrase it should be, evoking images of jade's gentle warmth and clarity, and a shadow's graceful movement.
However, for her, this name was a painful memory filled with endless shame and suffering.
It was a cold and quiet night, the moonlight was like water, like a light veil, falling on the courtyard that was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.
She was completely naked, like a lamb to the slaughter, forced to dance in the moonlight.
Like a soulless puppet, its movements are merely attempts to cater to the morbid desires of others.
The cold moonlight shone through her body, outlining her fair and delicate features, but also mercilessly reflecting her humiliation and helplessness.
At that moment, her so-called master, with a nauseating frivolity and mockery, like the whisper of a demon, casually bestowed upon her this name.
From that moment on, the name became like an incredibly heavy, inescapable shackle, binding her throughout her life and becoming a curse on her tragic fate.
She loathed the name to the extreme, every time she heard someone call it out.
It was as if someone had ruthlessly ripped open a deep, unhealable wound in her heart, causing her excruciating pain. The pain was like a surging tide, engulfing her.
However, no matter how she struggled, no matter how she screamed in the darkness, trying to break free from the shackles of fate.
This name, however, remained a constant companion, clinging to her and becoming an inescapable symbol of her tragic fate.
Like an insurmountable dark abyss, it accompanied her as she struggled in endless pain, with no hope of escape.
Yu Ying's mind was like a city ravaged by a storm, with countless thoughts running rampant like wild horses.
Sometimes, the unbearable and tragic experiences of the past would flood her mind like a tide, filling her heart with pain, and she would sob softly.
The sobs were suppressed and mournful, seemingly emanating from the deepest part of her soul, like a sharp knife cutting into her heart again and again.
At times, it seemed as if he was being brutally stabbed by the absurd and cruel hand of fate, letting out a few crazed laughs filled with despair and self-mockery.
The laughter echoed in the silent space, like the cry of an owl, particularly abrupt and desolate, making the air tremble slightly.
Throughout her life, she seemed to be shrouded in a thick, impenetrable gloom, with no ray of light or hope ever able to pierce through the curtain of darkness.
Looking back, she should have been like a princess, high above everyone, surrounded by admiration and care.
Living in a world of dazzling flowers and magnificent splendor, enjoying all the best things in the world.
But fate, like a merciless blade, ruthlessly slashed into her life without warning, severing it completely.
Helplessly, she fell from the clouds to the dust, becoming a lowly object to be played with and trampled upon at will by others.
Dignity was ruthlessly crushed, and the soul gradually became twisted and deformed in the daily humiliation and pain.
Growing up in that dark, prison-like environment filled with despair and fear, her heart was already riddled with wounds.
Like a target pierced by countless arrows, how can one expect to have a sound soul, a wonderful life, and the happiness that ordinary people cherish?
A self-deprecating smile appeared on Yu Ying's lips, a smile that seemed to be a product of disdain and helplessness in the face of fate's cruel tricks.
Her gaze slowly drifted into the distance, her eyes empty and unfocused, as if she could pierce through the barriers of time and space to see the figure that haunted her dreams.
She thought to herself, "Qin Qianluo should be here soon."
Time flies like an arrow, and a long, long time has passed since she last saw that bright, sunny face.
Every time I recall Qin Qianluo's smile, a surge of longing wells up in my heart like a tidal wave.
The longing grew wildly in her heart like vines, entwining her so that she could hardly breathe.
It's a pity that all of this was just a beautiful but short-lived dream.
Now, as she awoke from her dream, cruel reality stood before her like a cold, hard, towering wall.
She was perfectly aware that her actions had placed her in opposition to Qin Qianluo.
This will only make Qin Qianlu hate her to the core, making her the person Qin Qianlu hates and despises the most.
So be it, so be it. In this cold and indifferent world, if Qin Qianluo can remember her.
Even if this memory is filled with hatred, or mixed with other complex emotions, it seems to be a different kind of "remembering" for her.
After all, in Qin Qianluo's life, which was as bright as sunshine, she left her own mark.
Even though these marks are so unbearable and bitter, they are the only remaining connection she has with warmth in this lonely world.
Thinking this, the deep, unfathomable sorrow in Yu Ying's eyes vanished instantly, as swiftly and decisively as the tide receding, leaving no trace.
In the blink of an eye, she transformed back into that cold and aloof beauty.
The jade mask on her face was like an indestructible, airtight barrier.
She deeply concealed all her emotions, whether it was pain, sadness, despair, or longing, making it impossible for anyone to glimpse her true inner thoughts.
The mask shimmered with a cold luster in the dim light, as if it were telling a story of her unknown loneliness and desolation.
She moved with light, graceful steps, each one seemingly carrying the weight and helplessness of time, slowly walking to the table.
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