Tears rolled uncontrollably in Qingyao's eyes. Those crystal tears were like broken pearls, sliding across her beautiful cheeks and dripping into the cold ice cellar.
The familiar outline of the lover frozen in front of her was like a sharp thorn, piercing straight into the softest part of her heart. The sweetness and pain of the past intertwined together, turning into unstoppable tears.
After a moment, she turned around suddenly, and her figure disappeared like a wisp of mist, returning to the bottom of the glacier of Country M.
The ancient and magnificent palace stood quietly in the cold, revealing endless loneliness and vicissitudes. Qingyao floated in front of the palace, gently raised her hands, and her slender fingers were like lively orchids, elegantly intertwined.
Gradually, spiritual power slowly overflowed from her fingertips, transforming into soft bands of light that wrapped around the frozen objects that were about to break, reinforcing the crumbling seal. However, she knew in her heart that this was only a temporary measure and the crisis was still looming.
The exhausted Qingyao slowly floated out of the ice. Katesilen and others hurried forward and carefully supported her shaky body.
Qingyao's eyes were tired and empty. She mechanically handed the camera in her hand to Katesilen, her voice cold without a trace of warmth: "You can take a look at it. Those things won't come out for a while." After that, she dragged her heavy steps and walked towards the bedroom step by step.
The warm water sprinkled from the shower head, but it couldn't dispel the chill in her heart. Qingyao finished her shower numbly, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.
The scene she just saw under the ice was like a ruthless hammer, hitting her heart hard.
She slowly closed her eyes, trying to escape this cruel reality, but those images kept emerging in the darkness like ghosts, lingering and plunging her into endless pain and struggle.
Qingyao was like a drowning person, suddenly breaking free from the endless dream. Her heart was beating violently and irregularly in her chest, like a trapped bird. This sudden and unfamiliar feeling of insomnia tightly wrapped around her like a fine spider silk, making her feel inexplicably suffocated and panicked.
There was a hint of anxiety and helpless confusion in her eyes. She stood up in a hurry and opened the wardrobe door, making a slight rustling sound when clothes collided.
Her fingers quickly moved across each piece of clothing, finally stopping on the black silk nightgown.
The straps of her nightgown were like long, thin ribbons, hanging softly on both sides. The hem of her skirt swayed gently with her movements, like the flowing night, making her skin look as delicate as snow and glowing with a faint cold light.
She picked up the bottle of red wine on the table, but her hands trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the wine rippled at the mouth of the bottle, almost spilling out.
She bit her lip, her eyes wandering a little, and hurriedly poured two glasses of red wine. The crimson liquid swayed gently in the crystal glasses, as if hiding some uneasy emotion.
Then, she stood there, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her inner turmoil, but her rapid breathing betrayed her nervousness.
She walked towards Xuan Yi's room with seemingly calm but slightly flustered steps.
The lights in the corridor were dim and yellow, like the eyes of a tired person, casting her swaying figure on the wall. The shadow swayed gently with her steps, as if it was the externalization of her inner entanglement.
She finally stood in front of Xuan Yi's door. After a pause, she raised her foot and kicked the door gently. The force seemed to be questioning the desire and anxiety deep in her heart.
The door slowly opened, and a warm yellow light shone through, like a call from another world...
At this moment, Xuan Yi had just finished reading a book and washing up. Crystal water droplets hung on the ends of his hair, and a few strands of hair casually fell in front of his smooth forehead, shining faintly under the warm yellow light.
He was shirtless, his firm and well-defined muscles rising and falling slightly as he wiped his hair. Every ridge and dent looked like a carefully crafted work of art, exuding a sense of masculine power and sexiness.
A white bath towel was simply wrapped around her waist, tied loosely, revealing a small part of her mermaid line, which seemed like an alluring secret clue, arousing people's imagination.
The lights were like spotlights on the stage, enveloping him completely and outlining the contours of his perfect body. He exuded an unintentional and irresistible charm all over his body.
Xuan Yi had just opened the door, his face still showing the tranquility and comfort after reading. When he raised his eyes, Qingyao's figure caught his eye. At that moment, a hint of imperceptible surprise flashed in his deep eyes. His thick eyebrows raised slightly, his lips slightly opened, and the question that was about to come out was stuck in his throat.
Before he could react, Qingyao's eyes revealed a hint of charm. She loosened her hands, and two glasses of red wine swayed on the carpet, spilling the bright red wine. The rich aroma of the wine instantly filled the air.
Then, she suddenly stretched out her hands and slammed the walls on both sides of Xuan Yi, trapping Xuan Yi's tall body in this small space.
Qingyao tilted her head slightly, staring straight into Xuanyi's eyes, her breathing rapid and disordered, her chest heaving violently with the ups and downs of her emotions, a few strands of hair sliding down her cheeks, making her eyes look even more fiery and determined, as if two desperate flames were burning.
Xuan Yi's eyes widened instantly, full of astonishment, as if he was struck by a sudden lightning bolt.
Qingyao in front of him usually buried her emotions deeply, like a mysterious mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. But at this moment, the fire burning in her eyes was exposed to Xuanyi without reservation, and the scorching temperature made Xuanyi at a loss for a moment.
Before he could recover from the shock, Qingyao had already quickly stood on tiptoe.
She gripped Xuan Yi's shoulders tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if she was afraid he would escape.
Then she leaned forward suddenly and pressed her lips heavily against Xuan Yi's.
This kiss was filled with desperate eagerness and strength, like a surging tide that instantly submerged Xuan Yi.
Qingyao's teeth accidentally knocked against Xuanyi's lips, and a faint smell of blood spread between their lips and teeth, but she showed no sign of relaxing, instead she deepened the kiss even more forcefully.
Xuan Yi's back was pressed tightly against the wall, his body was slightly stiff, his hands were subconsciously raised, but then put down, and finally he patted Qingyao's shoulders. He was not comforting Qingyao, but felt sorry for Qingyao. He fell in love with Qingyao unknowingly.
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