The table was covered in dust, and a gentle breeze would send up a wisp of dust.
Qimeng walked to the chair, slowly sat down, and the chair made a slight creaking sound.
It seemed to be protesting against the sudden weight, or perhaps it was telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.
Her gaze fell directly on a small box on the table, which looked unremarkable and was made of ordinary material.
It had no fancy decorations, and the edges were even a little worn, yet it seemed to possess some kind of invisible magic, drawing her gaze.
She raised her hand, her movements slow, as if she were uncovering a long-buried secret.
The moment her fingertips touched the lid of the box, she paused slightly, as if preparing herself mentally.
With a soft "click," the box was gently opened.
A jet-black stone lay quietly inside, its smooth surface radiating a mysterious aura in the dim light.
As if silently telling those unknown past events, every texture of the stone is like a mark etched by time, hiding endless secrets.
Looking at the stone, Qimeng's eyes were full of thought.
Memories flooded back, and she clearly remembered that it was a sunny afternoon when she accidentally found the stone in a desolate mountain.
I still remember the first time I saw it; it was radiating a dazzling array of colors.
Each ray of light seemed to contain endless power and mystery, making people want to explore it.
At the time, she was simply attracted by the strange light, never expecting that this stone would become a turning point in her destiny.
Later, in a thrilling and brutal battle, she encountered a formidable enemy.
Her opponent was highly skilled in martial arts, and every move was deadly. In the fierce battle, she gradually lost the upper hand and was seriously injured, her clothes stained with blood.
As she stumbled and fled home, her life hanging by a thread, the stone seemed to sense her danger, floated up on its own, and slowly merged into her body.
At that moment, she felt a surge of heat coursing through her body, and the pain gradually subsided.
When it reappeared, it had turned black.
Not only did her injuries heal instantly, but her martial arts skills also improved dramatically.
Having learned of Qin Qianluo's special qualities today, Qimeng had a vague idea in her mind.
She felt that the stone might not have lost its effectiveness, but its power was much weaker than before.
Perhaps it protected me again at a critical moment, silently resisting those unknown dangers; otherwise, I would probably have been exposed long ago and fallen into an abyss of no return.
Thinking of this, Qimeng's eyes softened even more, filled with an indescribable tenderness, as if she were looking at a close friend she had known for many years.
She slowly reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, as if touching a fragile, beautiful dream.
Her fingers gently traced the stone, the delicate, cool touch traveling from her fingertips like a dialogue across time, recounting past adventures and tenderness.
A rare gentle smile appeared on her face, like the warmest sunshine in spring, warming the heart and full of deep affection.
She leaned slightly closer to the box, her voice as soft as a breeze across a tranquil lake, filled with deep gratitude, as she murmured, "Thank you..."
These two simple words are filled with endless emotions, and every syllable carries the hardships and narrow escapes she has faced along the way.
Then, she carefully closed the box, her movements so gentle they were almost reverent, as if sealing away a secret that could not be told.
The box in her hands seemed to hold the fate of the entire world, making it incredibly precious.
She stood up, her figure light as a swallow, her lotus-like steps graceful and composed, as she walked out of the room.
Back in the Linglong Pavilion room, the candlelight flickered, casting dances of light and shadow on the walls, like a mysterious and silent dance, depicting the depth and eeriness of the night.
Qimeng walked gracefully to the dressing table, sat down slowly and elegantly, and gazed quietly at herself in the mirror.
In the candlelight, her face was exquisitely beautiful, her skin as smooth and delicate as mutton fat jade, radiating a soft glow, and her eyes and brows exuded an innate noble charm.
However, deep within those eyes lay an unfathomable depth, like a bottomless abyss, concealing countless unknown secrets and intricate calculations.
She slightly parted her lips, and as her red lips parted, her voice became deep and magnetic, like a melodious piece of music played in the dead of night, flowing slowly through the quiet room.
"Qin Qianluo, you are truly an unexpected presence."
I thought that my observations over the past few days had allowed me to see through you, but you have repeatedly shattered my understanding, revealing so many things that I was completely unaware of.
If I weren't worried about my identity being exposed and falling into an abyss of no return, I would really like to hear what's on your mind.
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