[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 2, Chapter 142)

Chapter 142 A Girl's Heart

Could it be that she also had such feelings for Wuyue?

Zhou Yun shook her head vigorously, seemingly feeling that she shouldn't have such thoughts. Then, she entered Wuyue's cave, and she

immediately collapsed to the ground!

Everything in the room was arranged by her with the help of her master: cute little candlesticks, pretty little

lampshades , a light purple dress in the wardrobe, and a beautiful rag doll embroidered with her nickname, though

Wuyue had taken it with him when he left, because it was her substitute, hoping to accompany him at all times, and she wanted him to never

abandon it.

The marks left by his curled-up sleeping body on the small couch were still there, but they were also covered in dust. She knelt down by the bed

and wiped it clean. The marks seemed to still exude his unique scent, still retain his body temperature, and the

even breathing of his sleeping body seemed to still float in the air. His angelic sleeping posture was still vivid in her mind. The soft, smooth little body that

filled always made her love it.

She would often tease him by rubbing their noses together, and even his breath tasted sweet. Occasionally, he

would miss his parents and secretly shed tears. If he didn't have a handkerchief, she would lick his tears away, discovering how sweet they were.

From then on, whenever he cried, she never used a handkerchief again.

The room was filled with her beloved possessions, except for his most cherished kite. She loved

watching Wuyue come to her for help, loved watching his cunning and scheming face, loved listening to his endless stream of

empty , insincere, yet undeniably beautiful words…

Later, she slept alone. She no longer needed her master to tell her stories to lull her to sleep each night; instead, she came

here to tell him stories and lull him to sleep. She hoped he would never grow up, remaining forever as a cute little

boy.

However, he eventually grew up day by day, and his appearance made her increasingly afraid to look at him directly. For

a while , she subconsciously avoided him, because she noticed a terrible change in her body that made her

panic and often blush for no reason. Being with him, she felt terrified and irritable at times. Every month

, there were a few days when even an accidental touch of his hand would send shivers down her spine!

None of this escaped her master's notice. Her master knitted some necessities for her, and she said with a grin,

"It would be so interesting for Wuyue to wear this! How many did you make for him?"

Her master shook his head, "He doesn't need them."

She was both surprised and angry, "Master, why doesn't Wuyue need them?"

Her master explained, "Because Wuyue is a boy; only girls use these."

Only then did she realize the difference between them. Like a thief, she stuffed the pile of things into what she considered her most

secret place. After washing them, she dared not hang them to dry, instead locking the door at night and secretly drying them in the room before carefully hiding them away. Once,

she had just changed her clothes and was about to wash when her master called her, saying

he had something to do. She had no choice but to crumple herself up and stuff the blanket under the mattress. When she finished and hurriedly returned to tidy up, Wuyue had somehow sneaked into her room and innocently asked her,

"Big sister, what is this?"

She was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes, and she slapped him across the face!

He stared at her blankly, his expression of surprise and bewilderment still vivid in her memory. However,

he didn't dare ask anything more, just stood there dumbfounded, seemingly vaguely realizing he had broken some

taboo . She didn't offer any explanation either, just covered her face with the blanket and cried bitterly!

Why was she so angry, so heartbroken? She couldn't figure it out herself. Did she resent him for coming in and rummaging through her things?

He had always been allowed to come in and take anything; for her most cherished possessions, no matter how well she hid them, he

could always find them, and she had never refused. She seemed jealous of his manhood, as if she had lost something most precious,

and vaguely worried that she would never be able to get along with him as freely as before…

From then on, in the darkness of night, she habitually covered her face, unable to resist savoring all those inexplicable new

feelings, making her blush, her heart race, and her body feel uncomfortably hot—a strange and wonderful feeling. More than half a year later, when she realized these

feelings weren't so terrible, everything returned to normal. She no longer hid, going about her business as usual, and became

even closer to him emotionally. However, when their eyes met, her heart would always inexplicably skip a beat, followed by

a warm current .

Because of this, she began to like capturing his gaze, staring blankly at him, silently meeting his eyes. She felt she

had even forgotten how to speak, becoming like a silly girl. That was the most taciturn period of her life,

sensitive and vulnerable, her tears worthless. It was then that she felt she was forever inseparable from

him!

He still loved to hold her hand and go out playing. Before, she'd lead the way, then he'd lead her.

Occasionally, a strange, unfamiliar feeling would well up inside her, growing more frequent and intense, almost uncontrollable.

Until one day, her master allowed her to take her first sip of wine. It was so strong! Then came the intoxication, the dizziness—a

feeling that seemed familiar?

So she drank a whole can. She was drunk. Yes, she seemed to have found that feeling again!

The difference was, drinking alcohol made her dizzy, but that feeling was intoxicating!

She'd naively asked her master several times why her heart would get drunk. Sometimes he'd look at her lovingly, smiling

without answering; other times his expression was complex, silent. It seemed her master didn't know either. After a while, she got used to it and

stopped asking, but she still wondered why she only felt this way when she was with him.

She never .

She spoke less and less with him, yet the burdens in her heart seemed to grow heavier, increasingly suffocating

. Every meridian in her body was now open and unobstructed; countless attempts to gather her inner energy to release the pent-up emotions within her heart

failed, as if sealed shut! This caused her distress, irritability, restlessness, and

erratic behavior .

Until one day, he successfully ambushed her face, igniting her! The pent-up emotions within her transformed into a raging

inferno, bursting forth without conscious effort, illuminating her life,

illuminating the entire world! At that moment, he filled her entire being; she existed because of him; at that moment, she

finally understood that it was the truest and deepest kind of love in the world!

From then on, whenever she was with him, the flames within her would always ignite, leaving her intoxicated and disoriented. That

was after they returned to the Jinan mansion. He was surrounded by many people, and her mother seemed to be deliberately trying to distance her from his life.

Driven away from the living circle, Beifeng gradually replaced her, becoming his closest sister, and seeing each other was no longer so easy.

In the manor, he was originally taken in by Beifeng, so their relationship was naturally special—frankly, there

was no denying .

What worried her was that Wuyue had begun to understand things, transforming from a cute little angel into a handsome young man,

increasingly dependent on Beifeng. His gaze towards Beifeng was gradually clouded, just like the

way she had looked at him when she first fell in love. Her worries turned into panic; his feelings for Beifeng were undergoing a transformation, and by the time he emerged,

it would be too late! She gradually discovered that the once cold and aloof Beifeng had also changed, and changed drastically, becoming even gentler and more considerate

towards Wuyue than towards her , as if he were a completely different person! The cold, indifferent North Wind, who

always obeyed orders and could abandon Wuyue at any moment, was gone forever. In its place stood a young woman with flesh and blood and feelings. The way North Wind looked at him grew increasingly complex. She hadn't understood before, but now she did… 　　This couldn't go on; she had to find a way to protect her love! Fortunately, she knew better than anyone what he liked to eat, what he liked to wear, what kind of flowers, plants, fish, and insects he liked, and what kind of hairstyles and makeup he preferred. She used all her intelligence and ingenuity to prepare his favorite foods and to dress herself and Muyulou in ways that would be most attractive to him. 　　Fortunately, she was never short of novel ideas. Whether she had used them to prank him before or to attract him now, her efforts were never in vain, resulting in countless romantic moments under the moon, whispered conversations, and tender moments of close companionship. Every morning after getting up, she would wash and dress herself. Her hairstyle was his favorite: her long, soft hair was mostly braided into dozens of thin braids that hung down her back, with two long strands falling in front of her chest. It was always the same. The soft her temples was his favorite feature, and it was absolutely forbidden to cut it. 　　Her favorite thing to do was to stand outside the arched gate of Muyu Tower and look towards Qiushui Pavilion. Whenever she saw him with a smile more radiant than the bright peach blossoms, skipping and hopping along the flower path, that was her happiest moment! The mansion was not like Tianchi. Everywhere, pairs of eyes were watching her. She knew her mother didn't want her to be too close to him, so whenever he came, she would take him upstairs and hide in a room. Even if they just chatted idly, she was still so happy. 　　Regardless of whether he found it annoying or not, she always asked him, "Wuyue, do you like Big Sister?" 　　"Of course I do! It's so much fun being with you." 　　"Isn't there any other reason besides that it's fun?" 　　"Of course there is! Big Sister is hardworking and beautiful, and she's so good to me. Even when Madam hit me, you still protected me... Anyway, there are so many good things about her that I can't even begin to list them all. Mmm~ You smell so good! Big Sister's face smells so good and is so smooth!" 　　His little mouth was simply irresistible, always making her heart flutter with delight. Every time he kissed her, her heart would pound wildly! However, she still insisted on asking clearly, "So, would you be willing to marry my eldest sister as your wife in the future?" 　　"Why do I need to marry a wife?" 　　"Only with a wife will someone do your laundry, cook for you, and bear your children!" 　　"Hehe, my eldest sister's cooking is the best. Be my wife from now on. Besides laundry and cooking, how will we have children?" 　　She choked, "Well, well, the things that husband and wife do..." 　　Whenever they talked about the most passionate moments, she longed for his deep kiss. She was too shy to ask directly, so she made many suggestive gestures. He was always so understanding and would always respond. With a gentle beckoning of his hand, her head rested on his shoulder. His face turned to her, and she immediately offered her slightly parted red lips. She had passed the most naive stage; he had already seen her most precious possession, so what was there to be shy about? 　　He seemed to be a natural expert in this art; every kiss was captivating! She wondered if he kissed other women with the same deep affection and naturalness, without any forced feeling? 　　What does it feel like to have flames burning in your heart and on your lips? Everything in the world ceases to exist except for her and him. What else in the world could make her so completely lost and infatuated? 　　She realized how magical flames were, capable of changing the world with a single roar! From then on, she became an arsonist. She loved watching the raging fires, their intensity mirroring the flames of love in her heart, enough to destroy the heavens and the earth. She loved this thrill; it was the most vivid description of her love! 　　The dazzling light in her eyes suddenly faded, and deep pain appeared on her beautiful face. Everything that followed flashed through her mind—a painful experience mixed with a brilliant and fulfilling happiness! But it was all fleeting. Even now, the nightmare hadn't ended; the waiting continued. When would it end? 　　She closed her beautiful eyes, clasped her hands together, and prayed with all her heart, "Wuyue, I'm in your room. I'll sleep here tonight. I hope you can hear my call. Please appear in my dreams tonight and tell me where you are, okay? Please!" 　　After thoroughly cleaning the room, she rose and walked towards her cave. When she left, she had closed the door tightly, locking away the various strange and wonderful dreams of that naive young girl. She found the key and opened the mottled wooden door. Everything inside was as before, covered in dust, as if from another world. Her deep love for him had been accumulated little by little inside. Now, thinking back, she was so naive and ridiculous. A few casual words from him could make her infatuated or bring her to tears! 　　She knew everything inside intimately, but nothing held the same allure as the things left by her master and Wuyue . Each glance there brought an emptiness in her heart, a urge to cry. 　　Leaving the cave, she strolled to the lakeside, sat on the withered grass, and gazed blankly at the rolling mountains and blue sky with white clouds across the way . It was early spring, the air still chilly, the peaks covered in snow, with only a few wildflowers blooming, proud and beautiful . He often said that the proud flowers of early spring were like her, and she loved this metaphor. He was unique in the world, and she had to be unique too, never letting him look down on her! 　　The thawing lake was as deep blue as ever, occasionally shimmering with the eerie blue light of scattered ice crystals. She often said it was as blue as his deep, bright eyes. She stared intently at the lake, her gaze growing deeper and deeper, her heart sinking little by little, yet she could never see the scenery at the bottom, just as she couldn't see into his inner world— who was inside? 　　She loved the harsh winter at Tianchi Lake most of all, the frost crystal clear, stretching as far as the eye could see, a vast expanse of white, like smoke and mist.

Like white clouds in the blue sky, sparkling and bright, like flowers blooming in a world of ice and snow, Wu Yue called it Ice Flower, which

was quite accurate. He was accurate in everything he did, but he didn't understand that feelings didn't need to be like that.

She preferred to call it Frost-Defying Flower, like the Jade Cicada on Changbai Mountain, defying frost and snow, blooming with unparalleled

beauty in the bitter cold! Wouldn't such a nickname be more emotionally charged?

Wait! How could he not have some other deeper meaning? Wasn't there a bunch of Ice Flowers in that ugly vase?

And ... there was also the character for Ice in her name...

She slapped her forehead. Why did she always have such wild thoughts? It was practically a desecration of her master!

Composing herself, she continued to recall the wonders of Tianchi in winter. After the lake froze over, the accumulated snow seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding peaks.

Amidst the pure white expanse, the smooth lake surface shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, while the undulating blue

shadows deep blue, and because he liked pale purple, her

clothes were always blue-purple.

She often swept the snow away from the lake, just like she used to do with Beifeng, pulling him

along to fly a kite. The kite would quickly soar high and far, like two little tadpoles hanging in the sky. Wuyue

was clumsy at skating and never learned well, yet he insisted on flying his own kite. He often fell, the kite was large, and the

wind . He stubbornly refused to let go of the kite string, sometimes sprawling on his back, sometimes face down, sometimes lying on his side on the ice

, grimacing and pulled forward like a sled by the kite string. It both amused and pained her to watch!

She loved the harsh winter at Tianchi Lake most. Her grandmaster had told her that, according to legend, the snow-capped Changbai Mountains could bless

lovers to stay together forever.

The most beautiful time of summer was at sunset, when the crimson sunset painted the sky, dyeing the lakeside crimson,

creating a dreamlike picture against the backdrop of the deep blue lake and the undulating mountains in shadow on the opposite shore. After sunset

, as if by magic, the surroundings quickly transformed into a deep blue world, with the distant, hazy mountains like

clouds spread at one's feet, making one feel as if they were in a fairyland.

At such times, she and he would stroll hand in hand, and her grandmaster would always marvel, saying they truly looked like

a celestial couple!

The waterfall diagonally opposite was magnificent, its crashing waters like thunder. A giant rock cleaved the waterfall in two,

plunging onto the protruding rocky beach and into the deep valley, splashing waves several meters high, blooming in the air like celestial maidens scattering flowers. There

were hot springs everywhere, and she often took Wuyue to boil eggs in the hottest spring pools. The taste

was so different from eggs boiled in a pot!

She was captivated by the magnificent beauty of nature's masterpiece, but even such beautiful scenery

couldn't compare to the boy beside her who enchanted her. She had come here when she was very young, and had never realized that Tianchi Lake was

so splendid. Was it the person beside her who made the scenery so graceful, or was it the beauty that made him even more captivating

?

Yes, wherever he appeared, whether it was this place, the Plum Garden in the mansion, or her Twilight Rain

Pavilion, it always seemed to radiate various kinds of beauty.

Lost in thought, she saw a little boy of two or three years old walking towards her, waddling like a goose,

just like Wuyue when she first arrived! She was momentarily dazed, as if time had reversed, and rushed over to hug

the boy . The baby scent on his body excited her, and she kissed his tender, smooth face again and again!

"Wuyue, have you returned to your original form? Waaah..."

Overwhelmed with emotion, she choked back sobs, as if in a dream.

A call startled her from her reverie. Looking up, she saw a young couple, their attire suggesting they were ginseng gatherers in the mountains

. She glanced down at the boy in her arms; his large head and round face were unlike Wuyue's childhood appearance.

She handed the boy back to the couple, frowning. "This place is so remote and treacherous, a

dwelling . What are you doing here?"

The couple looked surprised. "Really? We just arrived from the south and didn't know..."

"Remember, don't come again, or you'll anger the gods, an unforgivable sin!" The blue-purple figure vanished in an instant!

The couple were terrified. They looked around; the surroundings were empty. The woman they had just seen was so beautiful, she didn't seem to be

from the mortal realm. If she wasn't a celestial being, how could she disappear without a trace?

The couple quickly pulled their child down to their knees, kowtowing three times and bowing nine times, pleading with utmost sincerity for the deity's forgiveness.

After

placed the child in a basket on their backs and fled down the mountain as if escaping, vowing never to return!

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