[The Willow of Zhangtai in the Chronicles of Heroes]

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The sky was darkening. A solitary pavilion stood by the water, its eaves covered in snow, reflecting the pale moonlight.

An oil lamp stood by the window, casting a flickering shadow that revealed a slender, beautiful

woman painting. Her delicate, white hands paused occasionally, taking long breaks to add a single stroke, as if each stroke

had exhausted her strength. Most of the time, she stared blankly at her painting. The painting depicted a slender, delicate beauty

standing in a pavilion, as if she had stood there for a very long time. Snowflakes covered her fur coat, and her

hair white. The girl seemed to be waiting for something, her gaze fixed on the distant, white expanse of land

with only a few short, withered trees. A small poem was inscribed in the lower corner of the painting: "Willow of Zhangtai, willow of Zhangtai! Are you still

as green as you once were? Even if your long branches still droop as before, they will surely be plucked by other hands." "The Willow of Zhangtai" was written during the Tianbao era of the Tang Dynasty. The poet Han

Hong, stranded in Chang'an, met a woman named Liu, who admired his talent and was deeply attracted to him. The following year, the An Lushan Rebellion broke out,

and both capitals fell. To avoid the ravages of war, Liu cut her hair and disfigured herself, taking refuge in the Faling Temple. After Emperor Suzong recovered Chang'an, Han Hong secretly

sent an envoy to visit Liu and wrote this poem, "The Willow of Zhangtai," as a gift to her. After many hardships, the couple finally reunited.

Did this poem
, "The Willow of Zhangtai," also express the painter's feelings? Only the woman who painted it knows. With a creak, the door opened, and a handsome man entered. He was Yang Suguan,

a Grand Secretary of the Zhongji Hall of the Zhengtong Dynasty, and the head of the Zhenguo Iron Guard, who held the power of life and death over the nation. He was also the husband of the woman before him

. The woman painting was Gu Qianxi. Yang Suguan entered without saying a word, his face calm as still water,

simply watching his so-called wife paint. After a long silence, he suddenly broke it, "

Did this woman finally meet the person she was waiting for?"
"She wasn't waiting for anything, she was just holding on..." Gu Qianxi answered quietly. "I see,"
Yang Suguan said, his voice tinged with jealousy. He continued, "Yesterday I saw

an extra noodle carrying pole in the kitchen. I don't remember ever having these things in the house."
"I brought those back from outside. I don't know who left them at the door. They were probably belongings of refugees who lost their

livelihood . I felt it was a pity to throw them away, and I just hoped the person who lost them would change their mind and take them back."
A hint of annoyance flashed in Yang Suguan's eyes as he stared at Gu Qianxi's snow-white neck. He continued

, "Today, Liu Ma from the kitchen told me that a strange man drove our carriage out, but you brought it back

yourself . I don't remember ever hiring any other drivers."
"I don't know. I just hailed a carriage by the roadside and it came. I thought my husband had sent someone to take me to Hongluo Temple.

I don't recognize the coachman; he ran off halfway." Gu Qianxi's hand trembled slightly as she painted. It seemed that nothing had escaped the notice of the Zhenguo Iron Guards

today . She seemed to have made up her mind. She put down

her brush, gathered a few strands of hair behind her ear, and said slowly, "I think he's probably just a homeless person

looking for work. My husband wouldn't make things difficult for a homeless coachman like that, would he?"
"The world is in chaos now, and there are more and more refugees in the capital. Homeless people are at a loss and often act

without considering the consequences . Qianxi wouldn't feel sorry for such a person, would she?
" "I only pity those who deserve pity." Gu Qianxi said to herself.
"Fine, fine, fine," Yang Suguan said, somewhat annoyed. "The refugees have ultimately been moved by you and will lead you out of this

hellish place."
Gu Qianxi remained silent, as if she had nothing to say.
Yang Suguan seemed to have regained his composure. He picked up a teacup, took a sip, and said, "Things

haven't been peaceful in the manor these past few days. Several guards have been subdued, likely by bandits from Nucang Mountain. For your safety, I

hope you'll come back to the main house with me tonight." After saying this, he glanced out the window, seemingly implying something.

In the distance, an old tree swayed gently, and in the hazy shadows, a large

cat appeared to be crouching on it.
Gu Qianxi coldly replied, "No need. I'm a woman, uninterested in worldly affairs. The bandits from Nucang Mountain won't target

me."
Yang Suguan said, "I can't risk your safety, so you must return to the main house."
"No need," she said. "I said I must return to the main house. Besides, Mother has mentioned several times why we've been married

for four years without children. I suspect she'll come back to check on us, and for her sake, you'll have to pretend."
"I'm being filial to my mother, but not for her sake. Besides, remember our agreement? This

marriage is for outsiders. To both of us, it's just a way to conceal our identities. You won't have to deal with your cousins

' marriage proposals, and I'll have your protection to safeguard my family. Why force me?" Gu Qianxi stood up and

said firmly.
Hearing this, Yang Suguan's hand trembled violently, and the teacup in his hand shattered into dust with a "plop."

He said hatefully, "I know, you're still protecting your virginity. Are you going to give your body to that noodle-selling

vagrant? A thirty-year-old virgin, can she still fetch a price? Haha!" "I've waited for you for so

many years . I thought time would make you forget the past. Well, I didn't expect that before I could even wait for you to return to my embrace, your

hope has come. I'm raising someone else's wife and son. How can you expect me to be content with that?" Yang Suguan roared

hysterically , while his right hand secretly drew the Divine Sword Dragon Capture, as if to guard against something.
"Alright then, I've protected you for so many years, so I'll recoup some interest, lest others find it strange that

an old maid like you has embarrassed me, and those so-called royal relatives become a laughingstock." As Yang Suguan spoke, he suddenly

flicked his finger. The movement was very light; to an outsider, it looked like he was brushing dust off his clothes. His finger struck Gu Qianxi

's Qufeng acupoint, instantly wiping her limbs. Yang Suguan stepped forward and caught the collapsing Gu Qianxi.
At the same time, the large black cat lurking in the old tree outside the window seemed to stir, but it seemed to hesitate

about something. The old tree outside the window was more than ten feet away, and the conversation through the window was barely audible here.

The large black cat could only see the shadows of the windowpane in the attic, showing a couple arguing, the woman seemingly fainting, being

held by the man, but it couldn't see the man's subtle movement of striking the acupoint. This large black cat was none other than Lu Yun, the

monster , and the holy light of the people. Ever since returning from Hongluo Temple, he had been guarding Qianxi's window. Filled with

guilt towards Qianxi, he sat there watching over the person he once loved most. Perhaps Gu Qianxi sensed his presence;

wasn't the scene she meticulously depicted in her painting the one where she waited for Lu Yun in the snow all night? But things had changed.

The woman he was painting today was someone else's wife. Seeing Yang Suguan embracing Gu Qianxi, he wanted to go closer to see what

was happening , but Yang Suguan's martial arts were too high; he feared being discovered. More importantly, it was that

woman's husband embracing his wife. He was now just an outsider, a homeless noodle vendor. What

right to pry into someone else's privacy? "Perhaps they're just arguing, or perhaps it's just tenderness between lovers.

The woman who once nestled in my arms is now tenderly embracing her husband. Why bother?

What am I doing hiding in this tree? Is this supposed protection or jealousy? Do I truly love this woman?

If it's for her own good, for her future, it's best to stay far away from her. She has a considerate husband,

a husband . She has that handsome, dashing man, refined and charming. And what do I, Lu Yun, have? I've already

hurt her deeply. Isn't that enough suffering? And now this unlucky person has brought her new torment. What should I do?"

Lu Yun remained motionless, his mind a jumbled mess. Thinking of Miss Qi mimicking Gu Qianxi's

soft moans , his heart felt like it was being ripped apart by a red-hot knife.
Yang Suguan embraced Gu Qianxi and placed her on the bed. This small bed was the one Qianxi usually used when she was alone.

It was covered with a clean, light blue floral fabric, and the pillow had a faint green bamboo pattern, just like

the elegant style of its owner. Yang Suguan also sealed Gu Qianxi's acupoints to

silence her. Gu Qianxi knew no martial arts whatsoever, but she simply glared at Yang Suguan with wide eyes. Yang Suguan seemed to have recovered from his anger and quietly pondered something. He

took out —a special aphrodisiac made by Hu Meier, capable of arousing lust. He got up, lit the incense, and placed it by the bedside.

Then, he suddenly stood up and opened the window, which faced the old tree. He took a deep

breath and turned to gaze at his wife on the bed. His hands trembled slightly as he hesitantly untied her skirt,

revealing her snow-white undergarment beneath her long outer dress. Gu Qianxi sobbed, seemingly trying to struggle but lacking any

strength . Her clear eyes were filled with stubborn hatred. Her beautifully curved breasts rose and fell with the undergarment,

and the alabaster-white skin peeking out from the neckline seemed to pierce Yang Suguan's eyes. Yang Suguan turned to the side... While avoiding

Gu Qianxi's piercing gaze, he reached for the neckline of her undergarment. The neckline had a specially designed butterfly-shaped knot,

which was difficult to open without looking. After several attempts, he seemed to get angry and used brute force to pull open the knot.

A pair of jade-white breasts and two pink and translucent areolas were immediately revealed before his eyes. A warm,

rich, and sweet milky fragrance wafted into his nose. Of course, he couldn't bear to look but he could smell it. At this moment, he thought of the

jealous what he was going to do next. He gritted his teeth and

looked at his wife's face, deliberately ignoring the slightly trembling, delicate breasts that rose and fell with her breath. He saw that a pair of

bright eyes were no longer filled with anger, but with contempt, and a trace of sorrow and confusion. Gu Qianxi suddenly

stopped sobbing. She remembered Yang Suguan's intention in opening the window, as if she understood something. She stopped struggling and

just lay there calmly, looking at Yang Suguan with contempt. She understood Yang Suguan and knew that he was acting. She was

the protagonist , and the big black cat outside was the spectator. The tragedy was happening to her, and all of this

was arranged by her so-called husband. In the end, this man from the Buddhist Kingdom of the Sea and Sky abandoned his wife for his great cause.
Yang Suguan stared into Gu Qianxi's eyes for a while, like a child

caught . A trace of shame, a trace of regret, and the rest was a crazy jealousy

that rushed towards him like a landslide and a tsunami. He seemed to release the karmic obstacles in his heart and pressed his hands towards her full and firm breasts...
The big black cat outside the window, in its internal struggle, finally heard the sound of the window opening. At the same time, it saw the scene

it least wanted to see. The woman he had deeply loved was lying on the bed. The small bed swayed like

a small boat in the turbulent sea of his heart. Her husband had taken off her silk skirt, and then her underpants. Her

white was exposed to him. Between her tightly closed legs, there was a thick layer of pubic hair. The hair seemed to be

the hands of a joyful child, intertwined and unwilling to give way. The trembling breasts

gently resisted the chill of early spring, shaped like a pair of peeled, exquisitely rounded taro, offered coquettishly to her

man. Then, the man's hand, with two fingers, pinched the cherry-like part of the taro, squeezing, crushing, and

kneading it . The big black cat's heart, like the cherry on the taro, was torn apart, twisted, and scratched. The man's other hand

reached out and pressed down hard on the other breast, using his fingers like hooks to scoop and rotate the jade-like breast. The milk was extremely fine and

soft, enveloping the man's hand. In the center of the breast was a nipple the size of a little finger, firmly holding its position despite the breast's swaying

, like a jade pendant dropped into a thin water bag full of milk. The man's hand repeatedly pressed back and forth on the

full water bag, squeezing the playful nipple back and forth. Seemingly not satisfied with just playing around, the man

brought his mouth to the breast instead of his fingers, his tongue like a soldier's spear, attacking the poor cherry,

trying to crush the hateful jade pendant.
Suddenly, the big black cat felt no pain in his heart, as if he had reached the extreme of numbness and could no longer feel anything. He only felt

something red welling up in his eyes. Were they tears? Why were they red? The red blurry substance obscured the

pure white jade body. "That's her man pampering her, giving her pleasure and caresses. I should be happy for her,

so why is my eye red with sweat, like gushing blood?"
Yang Suguan's hands and feet were not idle. He used the back of his foot to press against the lush mons pubis, while his hands and mouth worked together,

one hand pressing against the breast and his mouth sucking on the other, arousing his lust and increasing

the frequency of his movements. However, he seemed unfamiliar with this set of finger techniques and oral skills. For this plan, when the second manager of the inn was

having sex with Prince Tang, the second manager, Yan Ting, specially let him stay behind the screen to observe. Prince Tang was a master in this field.

Among the princes, ministers, and officials that Yan Ting had been with, Prince Tang's finger techniques were considered the best. Prince Tang's finger

technique, which he called "a gust of wind," made Yan Ting gasp repeatedly, moaning and shouting, "Don't stop, don't stop,"

and then shouting, "Don't move, don't move, it's coming, it's coming." Yang Suguan couldn't understand the meaning behind Yanting's

inconsistent actions. Watching Yanting and Prince Tang's union was like drawing water from a plug—the in and out motion seemed to

extract honeyed fluid—yet he felt nothing. The ultimate goal of cultivating the Six Paths of Reincarnation was to extinguish the six desires, among which lust

was now meaningless to Yang Suguan. The interplay of good and evil, yin and yang, had even altered Yang Suguan's nature.

No, the Six Paths of Reincarnation had extinguished his sexuality; he was devoid of color and desire. His beard was merely a prop, and

the protrusion of his Adam's apple was created by his internal energy. His physical body had already reached the Heavenly Eunuch realm of the Heavenly Technique. When he used this finger technique to caress

Yan Ting, her moans changed, becoming only soft "ahs." Her eyes were filled with deep

affection. Was it because she hadn't mastered the technique? This clever woman knew he couldn't give her anything; she

was merely a tool for the Sea and Sky Buddhist Kingdom. Yet, she seemed

obsessed with his clumsy finger techniques, refusing to let him remove his fingers from her jade clam even after repeated ejaculations.
Today, for the greater cause, to crush the so-called Holy Light, they had to resort to a risky tactic. He used his newly learned

finger technique on his own wife. Before this, only Gu Qianxi understood her. His love for

her wasn't romantic love, but a love for a soulmate, a love that felt like breathing in unison. After he

opened the window , this woman understood everything, realized she'd been used. How well she understood him! He

knew Gu Qianxi's heart was filled with that monster, that lurking black cat, yet their understanding of each other

was so perfectly aligned—a strange feeling. Today, he tore off his mask, cruelly tormenting his

wife , all to defeat that monster one last time. He knew he had deeply hurt her, but he knew

that if he didn't do this, he would soon lose everything—his family, his country, even Gu Qianxi.

So today, he had to put on a normal act of intimacy for the people outside the window. At this moment, Yang Suguan

kissed his wife's breasts forcefully, but tears welled up in his eyes. The tears streamed down, dripping onto her white,

full breasts like pearls scattered on snow. Life had already lost so much; what did tears matter?
Thinking of this, he freed one hand and traced it down along the full mons pubis...
Gu Qianxi's heart felt numb. She seemed to understand the pain in the eyes outside the window, eyes wide open in agony. The aphrodisiac

seemed to blur her pain. The tingling sensation from her breasts, combined with the aphrodisiac, gradually aroused her

desire. "That Lu Lang who loves me most might be watching. What should I do? I'm just a prop. I

've done so much, like that night when I stood foolishly in the snow waiting for you. But reality crushed my father,

crushed me. I stood up to find a direction forward. Lu Lang, where are you? Should I wait for you? Should I

persevere ?" Suddenly, a small snake darted in from the clam between her legs, its head gently knocking on the door.
The big black cat outside the window's eyes reddened. He saw the woman he loved with her jade-like legs spread open, her mons

pubis full, like a peeled, halved, naked white pear embedded in it. The mons pubis was covered with lush grass, damp with fragrant sweat,

curling up into a tuft of dark, glossy hair. The man's hand moved down from the mons pubis to the inner thigh, revealing a honeyed slit, like a ripe,

bursting flower bud. From the center protruded a bud as erect as a baby's finger, beneath which were two small, fleshy folds, like

tiny geoduck ducts, smooth, translucent, and a delicate pink, as pretty as a cherry blossom

. At the bottom of the slit was a small undulation, the delicate anus. The man's middle finger pressed down on the bud, then used his

index and little fingers to separate the two folds. The tender, tightly closed petals opened, and the geoduck duct

contracted and expanded . The bud, massaged slightly, grew like a bamboo shoot. Suddenly, his middle finger slipped into the vaginal

canal, which was as narrow as a chicken coop. Before it could penetrate any further, the mucous membrane inside blocked its path. His middle finger

hesitated unable to move forward or backward. The vagina felt like a hidden tube, the squeezing and pinching subtly

sucking at the fingertip, pushing it in little by little, then outward in circles with the contractions of his lower abdomen.
Suddenly, the black cat felt something erect in his genitals, swollen like a cast-iron rod. Though his heart

was breaking , he couldn't help but react physiologically. He was suddenly annoyed by this unruly penis,

attacking him at his most vulnerable moment. He remembered the days of the great waterfall; whenever his penis became erect, he would punish it by being pounded by thousands of pounds

of water. The icy water and unparalleled pressure would instantly soften it. But today, in this

environment, being violated in front of his beloved woman, it had become hard. The big black cat was angry. He

reached into his pants and fiercely pinched the jade stem, squeezing the glans so hard that it retreated. The shaft was pinched until it was red,

like it was bruised, twisted into a pretzel, but the three spongy pillars still stood erect in anger. Pain,

sadness , disappointment, the impact of the physical sight, and the pleasure from the pressure of the shaft overwhelmed the big black cat's mind...
The man's middle finger suddenly made a ruthless move, like a steel will, it charged towards the hymen. In that instant, the beauty of youth, the symbol of virginity protected by thirty years of

bitter waiting, succumbed to the attack of the middle finger. "Ah!" Although her mute acupoint was sealed,

the immense pain jolted Gu Qianxi awake from her tingling hallucination, and she let out a "Ah." Gu Qianxi opened her mouth but

could not make a sound. Her wide, beautiful eyes were empty, and her beautiful body was as taut as a steel plate.
When the black cat cried out "Ah!", his heart ached terribly, the pain reaching its peak. He closed

his eyes in agony, but the jade stem in his hand seemed to receive a command to fire, and hot, thick semen

gushed …
Tears welled in Gu Qianxi's eyes. She knew how much pain her beloved had endured. Hearing that sound,

she regretted crying out; the feeling of humiliation weighed on her heart like a nightmare mountain.
Yang Suguan withdrew his middle finger, stained with honeyed blood, and put it in his mouth, savoring the virgin's semen with his tongue

. The taste was like a deadly poison, seeping into his stomach. He had broken their agreement after all; he had taken her

virginity. He felt ashamed yet also a little proud of his audacity. Thinking of the black cat's pained expression,

he suddenly laughed like a child, as if his middle finger had become a lollipop, so sweet. This excitement stimulated

him; it felt as if he had defiled someone else's wife, not his own. This slight excitement caused

his lower body to react like a spring bud. "Could it be that there's a flaw in my Six Paths of Reincarnation? Why is it hard?"
He pulled down his pants and saw a delicate, tiny elephant trunk, only two or three centimeters long, standing between his legs. The trunk

swayed gently, like a newborn fawn trying to stand up, yet it wobbled like a willow branch in spring,

possessing a slight resilience but lacking the strength to stand. "I clearly remember refining it to the size of a toothpick and shrinking it into

my body. Normally, this area is flat like a woman's genitals, but how did it come out now, and grow so much? Is it because

my inner demon has arisen that the Six Paths of Reincarnation has become flawed?" Yang Suguan suddenly felt a little panicked.
Yang Suguan remembered his master's words: when an inner demon appears, the demonic barrier must be broken. Qianxi is my demonic barrier.
The jade stem had become erect because of her, so he made her suck it back. Thinking of this, he turned Gu Qianxi onto her side and put his little

elephant trunk to her mouth. Gu Qianxi closed her eyes, ignoring the playful little elephant trunk. "Suck it,"

Yang Suguan said, pinching Gu Qianxi's nose to stop her from breathing. Gu Qianxi couldn't hold it in, and her cherry lips slightly opened.

Yang Suguan then inserted the miniature jade pestle, but it was blocked by her pearly teeth. Seeing Gu Qianxi's uncooperative appearance,

Yang Suguan was a little annoyed. He threatened, "Qianxi, do you know that Shuning will take Axiu to the academy for worship tomorrow? The young master whose head was broken by Axiu

yesterday will gather a bunch of rich young men. Will Axiu suffer then?" "It all depends

on what my boss says." Hearing this, Gu Qianxi recalled Ah Xiu's weeping face, feeling a pang of

sadness She opened her mouth in humiliation. Yang Suguan felt as if his little elephant trunk was entering a large, empty house,

feeling utterly lost and adrift. Gu Qianxi's lips barely moved, only her red lips lightly pursed. "Kiss it with

your tongue she said. A slender, delicate, and soft tongue reached out and enveloped the little elephant trunk, like a child being

gently guided by its older sister's warm hand, soft and comfortable. The little elephant trunk felt as if it were soaking in a milky hot spring, and it even hardened slightly. The tip of

her tongue brought waves of stimulation, sucking on the crown of the mushroom, giving the little elephant trunk a slight sense of release.
The big black cat seemed to have stopped hiding at this moment. He covered his head and watched desperately as Gu Qianxi swallowed and released Yang's jade

rod . Unfortunately, he couldn't see the miniature little elephant trunk from behind, but perhaps he could find some solace in this. Now,

all he could think about was pain. "Yes, her husband is making love with his wife, but why in such a humiliating way?
Seeing Qianxi's expression, seemingly enjoying this lewd pleasure, why should I hide here and grieve for her?

Love between men and women is a normal part of life, why should I cling to such superficial things?" He suddenly remembered that night ten years ago when this

woman, hiding under the covers, teased him, "Lu Lang, if you really dare to abandon all propriety and come kiss me, I will definitely do as you say."

At that time, however, he was bound by the constraints of propriety and dared not embrace her. Now, the beauty is in bed, but another man

is doing shameful things with her man …
Time seems to stretch on endlessly, like another ten years have passed. Suddenly, a guard rushes over from outside the small building,

shouting loudly, “Manager, urgent military intelligence!” At this crucial moment, Yang Suguan’s small, delicate penis, poised to ejaculate

, trembles in fright at the shout, and with a “whoosh,” it quickly shrinks. When he

pulls it out of Gu Qianxi’s mouth, the toothpick-like thing droops dejectedly. Somewhat surprised, Yang Suguan

rubs the toothpick, bends it, and inserts it between his legs. He quickly pulls up his pants, doesn’t say a word, and turns to leave

. Gu Qianxi is left naked on the bed.
The early spring weather is somewhat chilly. Gu Qianxi, lying prone, feels cold, but her acupoints haven’t been released, so she

can’t move. Her heart is also frozen. She realizes that Yang Suguan has finally begun to use her as a pawn. What will become of her and

Ah Xiu in the future? Suddenly, a warm breeze blew by, and a silk scarf landed squarely on her eyes,

obscuring her vision. A large, warm hand reached out and gently supported her neck. The hand

trembled slightly when it touched her skin; it was rough, like a farmer's hand, certainly not Yang Suguan's

, yet so gentle. It gently rested her head on the fragrant pillow, and then a quilt was pulled over

to ward off the cold. "Is it him? He's back. He's finally willing to see me?" Gu Qianxi suddenly felt a surge of joy

, but she couldn't move, speak, or utter a word. Her only remaining, deeply affectionate gaze was

blocked . The large hand continued to tuck her exposed arm under the covers. In the instant the hand passed over, Gu Qianxi

's fingers seemed to regain some strength. She grasped the warm hand, and the hand stopped moving and slowly

clasped hers. Their hands held each other, fingers intertwined, without a word. The room was quiet, like

two deaf-mute people communicating with the warmth of their palms. "I've finally waited for you," Gu Qianxi whispered

softly , tears streaming down her face, like the tears she hadn't finished shedding on that night ten years ago.

A large hand gently wiped away her tears, lightly brushing aside a few stray strands of hair from her ear. The hand

paused unexpectedly as it brushed her cheek, as if comforting her, "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here." Gu Qianxi

suddenly remembered something. Since her fingers could move again, she used them to write the words "Run away quickly" in the palm of the large hand

. The large hand seemed unconcerned about her safety, only giving her a slight squeeze. Gu Qianxi then wrote "I'll wait for you."

The large hand seemed particularly moved by these three words, gripping her hand tightly. A moment later,

several , and more appeared to be rushing towards them. Gu Qianxi hurriedly wrote, "Danger! Run away!"

Only then did Da Shou reluctantly tuck Gu Qianxi's arm under the covers, and then fell silent. A

soft "thump" was heard as the window closed. Da Shou left with joy and hope. What kind of conspiracy or trap awaited him?

Perhaps he didn't care anymore. "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm coming." Gu Qianxi suddenly remembered something. Since

her fingers could move, she used them to write the words "Run away!" in Da Shou's palm. Da Shou seemed unconcerned about her

safety, only giving her a slight squeeze. Gu Qianxi then wrote, "I'll wait for you." Da Shou

seemed , and gripped her hand tightly. A moment later, it seemed a few people had arrived outside the window, and more

were vaguely approaching. Gu Qianxi hurriedly wrote, "Danger! Run!" Only then did Da Shou reluctantly

tuck Gu Qianxi's arm under the covers, making sure she was tucked in. Then, silence fell. A soft "thump" sounded as the window closed.

Da Shou left with joy and hope. What kind of conspiracy or trap awaited him
? Perhaps he no longer cared.

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