【The allure of that fleeting moment】(2)

Chapter Two

"A quiet spring night in a small building, tomorrow morning apricot blossoms will be sold in the deep alley." In the secluded spring night, she listened to the wind and rain all night long,

while a graceful figure stood quietly at the Biyun Tower on Changgui Street in Jinling Prefecture. The apricot blossoms were in bloom, the spring rain was alluring, and

her heart was in turmoil. Looking at the zither covered in thick dust beneath the window, she softly recited, "Do not let your heart vie with the flowers in spring's bloom, for

every inch of longing turns to ash," her voice gentle and delicate, carrying a deep and lingering affection.

She looked around; her empty room was desolate, with no one to speak to. Where was her beloved? Tears streamed down her

carefully made-up face. Day and night she longed and yearned. Sometimes, when the shadows of the trees swayed, she would think it was her beloved coming to

visit, her heart filled with secret joy .

For the past few years, she had dressed up every day, hoping that one day he would suddenly appear by her

side , tender and loving. Recalling that intoxicating sensation, she couldn't help but gently

stroke gleaming vulva. Her honeyed depths were already dripping with lustful fluids; she lightly touched her hardened clitoris, a tingling sensation making her body

weak. She quickly grabbed the windowsill, the scene of him making love to her by the windowsill years ago vividly flashing before her eyes, leaving her in a trance.

Three years ago, one evening, Zhao Xinru was admiring the moon in the back garden as usual. "The clouds stretch far, the moon

dances gracefully; the Milky Way drifts, the jade disc turns." She was immersed in poetic imagery. Suddenly, she heard a groan from the flowers. Her face paled, and she cried out, "Chunyue, go and see what that sound is!" Chunyue boldly

stepped forward, only to see a young man, handsome and refined, covered in blood.

Zhao Xinru couldn't help but glance at him and said

, "Who are you? What are you doing lying here? Get out of here at once!"

The young man swayed as he stood up, but the grime on his face couldn't conceal his innate composure

and elegance. He covered his chest with his hand, and in the full moonlight, his torn clothes and a dark handprint were visible on his chest

. The young man said softly, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you, Miss. I have no choice. I'll leave now." With that, he

staggered and collapsed to the ground with a thud, unconscious.

When the young man awoke, he felt the fragrance of the quilt and the bright sunlight outside the window. He closed his eyes and concentrated, recalling the

past , and suddenly, images of swords and spears flashed through his mind. He knew that although his internal injuries were serious, he

could heal himself given time.

What was terrifying was that his opponent was ruthless, always eliminating enemies without mercy. Although he broke through the encirclement this time,

the blow he received from the Tibetan Tantric Great Handprint was extremely powerful. His internal energy was scattered, and his bones felt as if they were about to fall

apart . He needed to find a quiet place to heal his wounds without his opponent noticing, so he thought of putting himself in a life-or-death

situation to survive.

*** *** ***

*** Chun Yue couldn't understand how her usually frail young lady had such strength to carry a seven-foot-tall man from

the garden to the upper floor

. When Zhao Xinru sat panting on the bed, gazing intently at the young man, she didn't understand why she had

risked life to save him. Why hadn't she immediately notified her father? She only felt that the young man exuded an

indescribable charm, as if she had known him for a very long time, as if she had met him in a dream.

Even in his sleep, the slight smile on his lips was captivating. She couldn't understand how a man

could such alluring charm, making a well-educated young lady like herself so

infatuated.

"Jiangnan has nothing to offer, but a sprig of spring." When the young man gently tucked a chrysanthemum into her hair, she

felt a surge of warmth, her soft body collapsing into his arms. She felt that life had never been so beautiful.

For months, they exchanged poems, played music, and their hearts were filled with mutual affection.

Her father, Zhao Xun, was the prefect of Jinling, busy with official duties and rarely visited. Her mother was chronically ill and

seldom visited Biyun Tower. Although the young man's origins were unknown, it didn't matter; love was enough. Now, he

was impeccably dressed, no longer the haggard figure of the past, but a handsome young man.

Biyun Tower was their warm and joyful haven. She didn't understand why he had such boundless energy,

which often left her exhausted. Every time the young man thrust his enormous jade pestle into her tight, hot

vagina, she would convulse.

When his penis thrust in and out of her narrow vagina, her whole body went limp like cotton, her rapid breathing and intermittent

moans like the song of a nightingale in March. Sometimes, when she was menstruating, he would disregard everything and insist on penetrating her

anus. She could only endure the excruciating pain as he charged into her narrow, straight walls. She couldn't bear his cold

gaze; his silence terrified her.

Time flew by. That morning, she went to greet her parents as usual. When she returned, they

were gone. On the desk lay a jade pendant, beneath which was a piece of paper: "My heart is like my sister's; life is short, joy is fleeting, separation is

plentiful. At my sickbed, my beloved is by my side." My sister's affection is deep, her heartfelt words perhaps forgotten. It's a pity that all good things must come to an end; today's parting is

uncertain, and who knows when we'll meet again? The future seems so bleak. I hope you take care.

Zhao Xinru felt as if her heart was being torn apart; she cried out softly and fainted to the ground.

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