【illusion】

The bustling city,

the hectic life,

my heart is already overburdened.

Since when

has love become a luxury?

Talking about love is tiring, expressing affection is difficult;

tonight, I only want to drift gently into dreams. Spring sleep is so sweet, I don't even notice

the dawn…
*** *** *** ***
The setting sun casts its rays, the sky ablaze with fiery clouds, a vibrant, almost otherworldly red. Towering
ancient trees, their dense branches shielding

the forest bearable. Moreover, a cool, flowing stream, like a jade ribbon, winds through

the forest, bringing vitality and coolness to the otherwise suffocating thick forest.
Deep within the forest, a vast expanse of lush green grass, beautiful wildflowers, fluttering butterflies, and the crystal-

clear stream create a scene of idyllic beauty.
On the grass, two people stand facing each other, one of them holding a jade-inlaid sword.
The hilt was inlaid with purple-gold jade, the blade was made of South Sea steel that could cut through iron like mud, and the sword was

the infamous Ruthless Soul-Severing Blade.
Anyone familiar with the martial world would recognize the wielder at a glance, for he was none other than Leng Hanyun

, the Ruthless Young Master, who had risen to prominence in recent years.
Since his debut six years ago at the tender age of eighteen, Hanyun had been constantly creating legends, his

stories recounted throughout the martial arts world.
It was said that he was called the Ruthless Young Master because his blade was merciless, his swordsmanship sharp and cruel, and he himself was even more

ruthless, traveling the world as he pleased, never stopping for anyone. Even the alluring witch Liu Can'er, despite her best efforts, couldn't

persuade him to join her demonic sect; the chivalrous heroine Wan Qingrong, a peerless beauty, spent half her time with him, yet still returned

heartbroken —such examples were countless.
At the same time, he was also a generous and never stingy person, willing to go to great lengths for his friends. Years ago

, to help his friend Hu Jingzhi, he exhausted his family fortune and even broke with tradition by guarding Jingzhi Village for fifteen days straight without sleep,

ultimately annihilating the enemy. Exhausted from this battle, he remained unconscious for three days afterward.
He was also a charming but not lewd gentleman. He and the chivalrous woman of Qingshan, Liu Wanqing, were close friends.

In a fierce battle, although they defeated a powerful enemy, they were both wounded. In a deserted valley, they spent three days and two nights healing each other with their qi

. When they returned to the martial world, Wanqing's virginity mark was still vividly bright.
However, the person facing Leng Hanyun now was an unknown woman. Unless you were

exceptionally you would never recognize her.
She was only famous within her own family. She is Chu Yu's precious daughter—Chu Qianrou,

the eldest daughter of Chu Yu Manor, the most prestigious of the four great manors in the martial arts world. She is the most beloved treasure of everyone in the manor, a delicate

and quiet young lady. She is beautiful, possessing a fragile beauty reminiscent of Daiyu, so delicate it evokes pity.
Even the ordinary servants of Chu Yu Manor know martial arts, but this young lady, Chu Qianrou

, is unable to learn due to her congenitally weak constitution. At birth, she frequently teetered on the brink of death.
The head of Chu Yu Manor spared no effort to save her. Finally , he moved

Bai Ziren, the Ghost Doctor, renowned throughout the martial arts world for his medical skills and eccentric temperament, who agreed to give his try. Unexpectedly, upon first seeing Qianrou, the seemingly heartless Ghost Doctor

was moved by her compassion and immediately decided to adopt her as his goddaughter. To help her recover from her frail constitution, he declared his

retirement from the martial arts world and stayed at Chu Yu Manor, showering his precious goddaughter with affection.
Even with over a decade of treatment from the Ghost Doctor, Qianrou was still unable to learn martial arts. Because of this, her father and brothers

protected , keeping her hidden deep within the manor, preventing her from entering the martial arts world. Our precious Qianrou, too,

had no desire for the turbulent martial arts world. She only had a deep interest in flowers, plants, and animals. If it weren't for the strange and wondrous snakes and beasts she kept

, she would undoubtedly be a refined young lady, knowledgeable, gentle, and virtuous.

Everyone in the manor cherished her and was willing to go through fire and water for her.
Suddenly, something even more astonishing happened. The usually ruthless but gentle and graceful

Wuqing actually swung his knife at the completely untrained Qianrou…
The knife rose like the wind, swift as lightning, scattering leaves in a flurry, and in an instant, the blade's light faded…
Qianrou felt a chill run through her body. She looked down… and immediately felt dizzy and nearly

lost her balance. It turned out that all her clothes were in pieces, scattered on the ground. She reflexively covered

her chest with her hands, trying to conceal her exposed skin.
"You, you, how could you...!! You're the infamous Ruthless Young Master, how could you

do this !!" The fiery sunset seemed to focus on Qianrou's face as she angrily rebuked Hanyun.

Even so, her words remained soft and melodious.
Hanyun smiled faintly, "Why not? We're not strangers, we've known each other for a long time

."
Her face grew increasingly red, making Qianrou almost speechless. She stammered, "Know...

know ...know for so long...but...but...you can't take...take off my clothes...!"
"Did I take them off? Did you see my hand touch your clothes?" Hanyun's face was extremely

serious .
"Whether I used my hand or not, it's...it's...it's because I saw my, my, my..." Qianrou hurriedly

tried to explain, but in the end, she was too ashamed to finish.
"You were the one who didn't believe my swordsmanship could be harmless, you were the one who thought my swordsmanship was too cruel. I'm just

proving it to you."
"I didn't ask you to prove it like that!!" "
Don't worry, my swordsmanship is excellent, I will never hurt you in the slightest, I swear." Han Yun raised

his right hand.
"Brother Leng, no, no need to swear, that's not what I'm worried about!" Qian Rou hurriedly stopped him.
"Then what are you worried about? Are you worried I'll hurt you?" Young Master Han Yun paused, his tone suddenly becoming unusually

gentle, "Although I drew my sword to prove my swordsmanship, the reason I chose this method is because

I wanted to see, I've always wanted to see you..."
"You, you... how could you do this?" Qian Rou glared at Han Yun fiercely, but

a sweet feeling welled up in her heart because of his gentle tone.
"You know, when a man is with someone he likes,

it's natural to want to know more about them when the feelings run deep. What's wrong with me wanting to see you naked?" Han Yun looked at Qian Rou,

speaking with a straight face, spouting nonsense.
"You..." Qian Rou's once fair neck turned a pale pink. She stood

there helplessly, head bowed, no longer daring to look at Han Yun. Her arms, which were wrapped around her chest, trembled slightly, and her long, beautiful

legs were tightly closed, which only accentuated the graceful curves of her femininity.
"How embarrassing..." Qian Rou said, making a move to turn around.
"Don't turn around! Let me take a good look at you!"
Her fair, jade-like body and waist-length hair reflected a holy glow in the sunlight.

Her arms, though outstretched, couldn't conceal her playful chest; it revealed half a circle, forming a beautiful arc. Han Yun

felt it was as if it were waving and smiling at him. Her slender waist, just like her name, was so delicate that one

almost doubted it would break with the slightest force. A graceful inverted triangle, a mysterious black forest, soft, drooping

curls, long legs, and jade feet arched in perfect curves. Every part of her

seemed to be a gift from God, making Han Yun unable to look away for a moment.
"No, stop looking! Han Yun, please, stop looking." Her delicate body trembled slightly.
Unable to bear seeing such a beauty sad, Han Yun reluctantly said, "Alright then. I'll let you turn around

, but you have to turn slowly."
As she turned, her waist-length hair flowed naturally. When she stood still, it shone like black satin, the

silky strands returning to her shoulders. Han Yun wished time could stand still; he truly wanted to hold onto this moment

forever !
"So beautiful!" Han Yun couldn't help but exclaim. "You're absolutely mesmerizing."
All his hair returned to its place, and Han Yun finally let out a breath, lowering his gaze. However, he

immediately realized his mistake. A slender waist, a round, pert bottom, long, fair, and flawless

legs formed a perfectly curved hourglass shape. Looking further down, those small, round, and white ankles…

everything made Han Yun's groin feel unusually hot and swollen; his physical desires were almost driving him mad. He

felt as if a wild beast was frantically trying to break free of his rational restraints.
He gasped, "Turn back!" he blurted out irritably.
The usually calm and ruthless young master, what was wrong with him today? Surprised, he subconsciously complied, and Qianrou

immediately turned back.
Han Yun secretly circulated his inner energy, suppressing his burning desire. From the front, although equally beautiful, the sense of purity

could somewhat restrain his wildness. But the scene kept flashing before his eyes, that beautiful curve

constantly testing his self-control. Finally, an uncontrollable thought formed.
Han Yun began to walk towards Qian Rou.
"No, no, don't come any closer!" Qian Rou said, backing away in fear.
Seeing Qian Rou so frightened, like a lamb to the slaughter, Han Yun suddenly felt like laughing.
"Am I really that scary? My darling Qian Rou? I just want to take a good look at you, I won't hurt

you. Be good, don't back away anymore, baby, there's a big rock behind you, be careful you don't hurt yourself, I don't want you to get hurt

even a little bit." Then, Han Yun thought of his own thoughts and added in his mind, "That's a necessary experience

in life , it doesn't count as hurting you."
Qian Rou felt caught in a dilemma, should she really obediently stand still? Watching Han Yun approach her step by step, she

still couldn't help but back away step by step. Suddenly, her ankle seemed to bump into something, very hard and

very cold. Startled, she dared not back away anymore.
Soon, they were almost touching.
"Don't be afraid, Rou Rou." Han Yun gently reached out and lightly touched Qian Rou's face. The silky

touch was so soft, so tender it was heart-stirring.
"My Rou Rou, you are mine." His gentle tone was almost hypnotic, but his firm and sincere gaze

made a clear declaration.
Qian Rou was like a frightened little rabbit, her eyes full of questions, searching Han Yun's face.

Why? Why me? Why did this happen to me? Could it be, is it possible, that you like

me too?
When Qian Rou's gaze fell on Han Yun's right ear, which was hidden by his hair, her heart skipped a beat. Han Yun

wore a beast tooth-shaped earring on his right ear, the same one as the pendant on the necklace Qian Rou wore.
Those were the spiritual fangs that Qian Rou's pet, the Rainbow Cloud Green Ring Serpent, had shed when it reached its thousandth year. These serpent fangs were very

peculiar ; once they reached a thousand years old, they not only lost their venom but also became a sacred antidote. And every time this happened

, the serpent would automatically shed its fangs. When a spirit serpent encounters a master willing to entrust their life to it, it offers up

its
pair of salvaged spirit fangs, capable of curing

all poisons. Three years ago, to cure Han Yun of the most potent poison in the martial world, Qian Rou exhausted the detoxifying power of one of the spirit fangs. Afterwards, Qian Rou wanted Han Yun to carry the other spirit fang for self-defense and to save his life, but Han Yun

refused , insisting that Qian Rou keep

it herself just in case. He kept the ineffective fang as a keepsake. Unexpectedly, he made it into earrings. Qian Rou knew clearly that Han Yun

had never possessed anything belonging to a woman.
She couldn't help but wonder if it was possible that Han Yun loved her, and not just temporarily infatuated

with her body. Qian Rou's large eyes, like a clear spring, gazed at Han Yun with pure innocence.
Han Yun's hand slowly stroked the back of Qian Rou's head, holding her head steady, preventing her from escaping. Their lips

drew closer, their breaths softly brushing against each other's faces. "Close your big eyes, Rou Rou," Han Yun

whispered softly.
Qian Rou slowly closed her eyes, her heart filled with anticipation. Her long eyelashes trembled gently,

and her crimson lips quivered slightly, as if making a silent invitation.
Han Yun's lips lightly brushed against Qian Rou's, like a dragonfly skimming the water, yet

it sent like a boulder hitting a still lake, for that gentle touch sent a jolt of electricity through them.
Han Yun could no longer restrain himself, nor did he want to. He kissed those beautiful

lips wanting to convey all his burning emotions and desires to Qian Rou through this kiss.
For a very long time, as if an eternity had passed, Han Yun finally released Qian Rou's lips. He stared intently at her swollen, red lips, still

unsatisfied . "Do you know? I've waited six years for this day. The wait

has been so painful, so heartbreaking. I've waited for you to grow up, for you to understand love. Now, I finally don't have to

wait anymore."
Qian Rou suddenly opened her eyes, staring at Han Yun in disbelief, her voice trembling noticeably: "What...

what did you just say?"
Han Yun reached out and pulled Qian Rou tightly into his arms, as if he wanted to meld her into his very

bones . He rested his chin on the top of her head, gently rubbing it.
"You silly little thing, I just said I love you. I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you

when I've loved you for six whole years! Only you, this oblivious little fool

, don't know yet. If it weren't for that, how could your bunch of doting adults at home

let you come out with me?"
"How could they?" Qianrou muttered softly.
Han Yun paused, lightly pecked Qian Rou's lips, and then continued with satisfaction, "Back then, I had just finished my training

and descended the mountain. I came to a grove of osmanthus trees, which seemed like a fairyland. It was there that I first saw you, only

twelve years old. A little rabbit was hopping around your feet, and you were squatting on the ground, holding an injured little

pigeon in your hands, your eyes full of pity. At that moment, I thought I had seen a fairy."
"The osmanthus grove behind Chu Yu Manor? I... I didn't know, I didn't even know you were there."
"Of course you didn't know, your eyes were only on that little pigeon!" A hint of

jealousy . "When you tore open your soft silk clothes to bandage that injured little pigeon, I

fell irrevocably in love with your pure and kind heart."
Qian Rou listened blankly, her face full of disbelief.
"If your older brother, Chu Jianfei, hadn't come to call you home, I really wouldn't have believed you were a mortal."
Han Yun's gaze was especially gentle because of the memories, and Qian Rou's heart was intoxicated by that deep and gentle gaze.
"After that, I deliberately sought out Chu Yu Manor and became close friends with your elder brother, silently waiting for you

to grow up. However, even until your coming-of-age ceremony, your body never fully recovered. The Ghost Doctor told me that you cannot

be emotionally agitated, and even he wasn't confident he could completely heal you and allow you to live a normal life. He

advised me to give up on you, but I really couldn't!"
Han Yun recalled the years of waiting, the inner struggle he felt every time he saw Qian Rou. No matter how much he wanted to hold her

in his arms, he could only suppress his pain, his eyes instantly filled with agony.
Qian Rou looked into those eyes, her heart aching as if pierced by needles. She couldn't help but reach out her soft little hand to touch those eyes,

as if trying to soothe the deep pain within them.
Han Yun grabbed the small hand from his face, held it tightly in his own, rubbed it for a while, then gently brought it to

his lips and kissed it. He continued, "Finally, heaven has taken pity on you. Yesterday, the Ghost Doctor told me that your body

is completely healed. As long as you don't overwork yourself, you can live like a normal person. I'm

overjoyed ! I couldn't resist inviting you here today because I wanted to tell you, I love you, Rou Rou!"
Qian Rou's eyes widened, her face blank, as if in a dream. She couldn't believe it was real.
Han Yun held Qian Rou tightly. He needed to give her time to process what he had just heard, even though his

desire was tormenting him, his body screaming for her.
So close, they could hear each other's heartbeats so clearly. Slowly, they felt

their heartbeats synchronize perfectly, "thump, thump, thump, thump..."
Qian Rou's head slowly rested on Han Yun's chest, the blankness on her face disappeared, and only deep affection

and trust remained in her eyes.
Han Yun gently lifted Qian Rou's face with his hands, his lips lightly touching her forehead, eyes, cheeks, and the tip of her nose,

finally settling on her lips and remaining still.
Qian Rou was filled with curiosity, and in that instant, she did something without thinking. She playfully

stuck out her little tongue and gently licked the lips pressed against hers. Han Yun groaned inwardly,

unable to resist the temptation, and immediately sucked the playful tongue into his mouth, sucking hard.
They parted after a long, long time. Qian Rou was as soft as cotton, utterly exhausted.
Han Yun embraced the still-sleepy Qian Rou, lost in the kiss, and let her fall onto the soft grass.

Before her body touched the grass, he first untied his cloak and considerately spread it beneath her

.
"I don't want to wait for our wedding night, you will definitely become my wife." As the words fell, a kiss was passionately

pressed onto her delicate lips, while her hands roamed freely along her exquisite curves.
The forest was silent, as if no creature could bear to disturb the lovers.
The wind died down, the leaves fell still, the water was silent, the butterflies froze, the fish stopped swimming, the whole world stood still.
Only the passionate breaths of the lovers echoed through the forest. A very
soft, suppressed moan escaped from her lips. Han Yun's head was lowered, as if he

were nibbling at her delicate neck.
From the edge of the lawn, a snow-white rabbit leaped out. Seeing this scene unfolding on the lawn, it

deeply regretted its impetuousness, worried that it had disturbed the lovers, and stood motionless.
In truth, it couldn't disturb them at all; they were lost in their own world,

unable to see or hear anything else.
Han Yun's lips moved to Qian Rou's erect, pink nipples, swallowing them whole.
"Oh~" Qian Rou couldn't help but let out a soft moan, so sweet and alluring.
Han Yun licked and bit her firm nipples even harder, one hand joining the attack, kneading

Qian Rou's other white, full breast, like an inverted bowl. In this intense assault, Qian Rou could only

passively let out moans.
Han Yun felt his own desire, fueled by Qian Rou's soft, melodious cries, burning as hard as

steel , so desperately craving a warm, sweet spring to relieve his heat.
As Han Yun propped himself up, preparing to continue his invasion, he looked up and saw

beads , her cheeks flushed crimson, her slightly open eyes utterly alluring. Her lips seemed...

Before she could even open her mouth, soft moans filled the air, her chest heaving and rising. Her entire upper body arched like

a crescent moon . Her two delicate hands were clenched into fists at her sides.
Filled with tenderness, Han Yun's movements became even gentler. His fingertips slid down her slender neck to her chest,

past her high, jade-like breasts, across her flat stomach, causing her to tremble slightly. Han Yun's fingertips,

after traversing mountains and valleys, finally arrived at their first destination—the dense forest. From one finger to five

, they moved through the forest together, seemingly searching for something.
His middle finger ventured deeper into the forest, only to be blocked by a pair of tightly closed jade legs. The impatient

finger tapped at the gate of the jade legs, which trembled slightly, as if trying to open, but then

closed again with lightning speed, closing even tighter, leaving not a single gap.
Han Yun looked up nervously. "What? You...you're unwilling? Rou Rou? If...if you

really are unwilling, then...then...I...I'm willing to keep waiting..."
Qian Rou silently gazed at Han Yun, her resolute face showing anxiety and repression, her eyes filled with desire

and the pain of having to suppress it. Beneath that desire, Qian Rou could clearly feel Han Yun's

deep affection . But, could she really do this? This was against propriety.
As time passed, Leng Han Yun's face grew paler and paler, the pain in his eyes deepened, and his fingers

trembled slightly.
She recalled the countless rumors of the martial world, the heartless young master Leng Han Yun who had never shown any emotion, the Leng Han Yun who, even when on

the verge of death was brought to her for emergency treatment, still maintained a slight smile, and then looked at

her brother, now sweating profusely. Qian Rou's heartstrings slowly began to break.
"Rou'er, you must remember, your life could end at any moment, so you must cherish it even more, cherish all life in

the world . Cherish yourself even more, and strive to live on for all those who love you. In your

remaining time, try your best to do everything you want to do, try everything you can try, and don't

leave any regrets." Her adoptive father's words, taught since childhood, now echoed in Qianrou's mind.
Qianrou closed her eyes shyly, her jade-like legs slowly relaxing…
Han Yun's face lit up with joy, his heart filled with tenderness for Qianrou. His hands gently parted her jade-like legs,

slowly revealing Qianrou's most beautiful and mysterious sacred place.
Although surprised by Qianrou's delicate and fragile appearance, Han Yun reluctantly looked away, considering her feelings

. His fingers gently caressed the crevice, as if touching a rare and precious treasure.
As he slowly caressed and kneaded, a trickle of sweet spring water flowed from a mysterious honey cave in the dense forest, gushing forth more and

more. Han Yun, tormented by his own desires, was almost driven mad. He quietly withdrew his fingers and swiftly

stripped off his clothes. Then, he leaned over and slowly pressed himself against Qian Rou's body, his burning desire pressing firmly

against her dense forest.
Feeling the unusual heat, Qian Rou slightly opened her eyes, her lips trembling, "Brother Leng..."
Han Yun extended his index finger and pressed it against Qian Rou's lips, gently shaking his head and saying, "Don't call me Brother Leng, call me

Yun. Rou Rou, I never want to be your brother."
"Leng..." Qian Rou swallowed a small mouthful of saliva, tentatively calling out softly, "Yun... Yun,

I, I'm a little scared." As she spoke, she gently placed her hands on Han Yun's chest.
"Don't be afraid, I will never hurt you. Come, call my name, I want you to call my

name , to clearly feel this moment, and I want you to remember this moment forever. Call me! Rou Rou!"
"Yun... Yun..." Qian Rou called softly, shyly, and obediently.
"Oh, Rou Rou, my Rou Rou!" Han Yun slowly pushed his burning desire into Qian Rou's slightly moist,

tight, and difficult-to-enter mysterious honey hole.
The layers of honey hole tightly enveloped the hard burning desire that was difficult to move, and Han Yun clearly

felt that there was an obstacle in front of him. He wanted to break through it, but found that Qian Rou's body was tense because she was too nervous.
"Rou Rou, relax, Rou Rou... relax, don't be afraid." Han Yun's face was covered with beads of sweat, and his heart was tense

because of Qian Rou's tension. "Rou Rou, the more you relax, the less it will hurt, don't be afraid, trust me, Rou Rou."
Qian Rou's body relaxed little by little, and Han Yun suddenly

buried Qian Rou's body.
"Oh!" Qianrou couldn't help but groan, startling a pair of birds in the treetops, who seemed oblivious.
Qianrou's brows furrowed, her eyes tightly shut, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip, her hands gripping Hanyun's arm tightly, her nails digging

into her flesh.
Hanyun wasn't in much better shape; large beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, his jaw clenched, his whole body

tense , afraid to move, seemingly oblivious to the pain inflicted by Qianrou's nails.

He was simply suppressing his desire, waiting for Qianrou to adapt to his presence.
Everything stopped; not even a breeze stirred in the forest.
The little white rabbit on the lawn had somehow summoned its mate, and they nestled quietly

together . Even the butterflies, at this moment, alighted in pairs on the flower petals.
Qianrou's pain gradually lessened. Feeling water droplets on her skin, she unconsciously

opened . Her gaze fell upon Hanyun's tense body, his anxious face, and large beads of sweat. Qianrou

understood that all of this was for her. Her heart was filled with happiness; with such a husband, she asked for nothing more.
Gently releasing her grip, Qianrou realized she had left deep nail marks on Hanyun's body.

A pang of guilt rose in her heart. "I'm sorry, I...I...I didn't mean to."
"Never mind that, Rourou, are you alright?" His hoarse, almost inaudible voice made Qianrou's heart tremble

slightly . "Can...can I move now?" Hanyun stared anxiously at Qianrou's beautiful face.
Qianrou closed her eyes and nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Bear with it, Rourou." Hanyun began to move his body gently, carefully observing Qianrou's reactions.

As time passed, Qianrou's slightly furrowed brows slowly smoothed out, her pale face turning

a strange blush, and her cherry lips parted slightly, escaping soft cries.
Hanyun's movements gradually quickened, becoming increasingly violent.
Delicate and graceful, she seemed to be caught in a violent storm, her hands gripping the cold clouds, her slender waist swaying slightly, her face flushed with a peach blossom hue.

The intense movements released increasingly seductive moans.
"Ah!" A surge of hot fluid coursed through her slender abdomen, causing her to cry out involuntarily,

her consciousness gradually fading.
Han Yun gasped for breath, his body going limp. He gently pulled the somewhat dazed Qian Rou into his

arms, casually pulling up the clothes on the ground and covering them both.
Looking at the beauty asleep in his arms, Han Yun's face showed a satisfied smile.
The earth was their bed, the sky their blanket. The lovers slept in each other's arms. The setting sun clung to the branches, unwilling to sink,

wanting only to provide the two lovers with their last bit of warmth.
A gentle breeze stirred, waking Han Yun from his martial arts practice. He gently shook Qian Rou, considerately

wrapping her completely in his cloak, picked her up, and used his lightness skill to head straight for Chu Yu Manor. Then, he

quietly from the backyard to her own boudoir.
After they both bathed and changed, Han Yun took Qian Rou's hand and headed to the front hall to propose marriage to Master Chu Yu.
"Leng Da... Yun, no... no need, no need to rush, is there?" Qian Rou blushed and tugged at Han Yun's

sleeve, speaking with her head bowed.
"No, I don't want you to suffer even a moment of grievance. Besides, I'm eager to marry you properly,

so you won't suffer the pain of unrequited love again."
Qian Rou could only silently let Han Yun lead her into the front hall. Fortunately, Master Chu Yu had long favored Han Yun as her son-in-law. Although he vaguely knew what had happened,

he didn't make things difficult for him.
Three days later, after Han Yun's repeated and persistent requests, Master Chu Yu finally happily draped Qian Rou in

her wedding dress, allowing the lovers to finally become a couple.
From then on, wherever Han Yun was, Qian Rou's figure could always be seen.

Anyone who tried to use Qian Rou against Han Yun was either subdued by her magical snakes or

severely punished by Han Yun's merciless blade.
Han Yun traveled the world with his beloved wife, Qian Rou, tending to the sick and saving lives along the way, with Han Yun gently accompanying her.

Even those who offended the couple, or the most heinous villains, met their end under his merciless blade. Even Hu Jingzhi

laughed, saying that Han Yun no longer resembled a heartless gentleman in any way, a comment Han Yun dismissed with a smile. Only

when Qian Rou couldn't help but ask Han Yun did he look at her with deeply affectionate eyes and say, "With such a

beautiful , I have no other regrets.
What need is there for empty fame?" Another day began. The rising sun bathed the world in its light. On the sea, the waves surged,

shimmering with . Han Yun gently took Qian Rou's hand, and together they walked towards Pingyang Town, which was ravaged by plague, leaving

two rows of closely intertwined footprints on the beach.
Holding hands, growing old together.
*** *** *** ***
The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers,

and the birds sang sweetly.

The sun rises in the east,

its light dazzling.

I open my eyes in a daze,

but the spring dream has vanished without a trace.

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