Heroes' Chronicles: Willow of Zhangtai

Heroes' Chronicles: The Willow of Zhangtai

Author: Renxin Keshi Published: 2014-02-11 on: secinsex Word Count: 8286

Foreword: With Jin Yong's retirement and Gu Long's passing, is Heroes' Chronicles all that remains in the martial arts world? Heroes' Chronicles is a good novel, but unfortunately, the ending is delayed (it seems Sun Xiao's ending will be released this April). I spent some time in the Heroes' Chronicles forum, and the arduous love story of Gu Qianxi and Lu Yegou was heartbreaking. I wanted to write an ending for them. There are so many fanfictions of Jin Yong, but none of them for SiS. I couldn't resist anymore. This is my first time writing a hentai novel, so please forgive me if it's not well written. The gist of this story is that Yang Suguan, in order to deal with Lu Yun, conspired to rape Gu Qianxi, thereby breaking Lu Yegou's will and further using him to deal with Nucang Mountain and the Righteous Warriors. The truth is that Yang also loved Gu Qianxi. For the sake of the Buddhist Kingdom, he finally sacrificed even his last confidante, while Lu and Gu found warmth in each other amidst this humiliation.
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The sky was growing dark. A solitary pavilion stood by the water, its banks covered in snow, reflecting the pale moonlight. An oil lamp stood by the window, casting a flickering shadow of 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 the 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 was completely 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 lives of the people in his hands. 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 slowly said, "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 will eventually be moved by you and 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 of water, 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, unassuming and 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."
"My filial piety towards my mother isn't for her sake, and 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 supporting 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.
"How about this, 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 let those so-called royal relatives laugh at me." As Yang Suguan spoke, he suddenly raised his finger. The movement was very light, and to outsiders it looked like he was brushing dust off his clothes. His finger touched Gu Qianxi's Qufeng acupoint, which immediately made her limbs weak. Yang Suguan went up and hugged Gu Qianxi who was about to collapse.
Meanwhile, 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 words spoken through the window could no longer be heard here. The large black cat only saw the shadows of the windowpanes in the attic, showing a couple arguing. The woman seemed to have fainted and was being held by the man, but it couldn't see the subtle movements of the man applying pressure points. This large black cat was Lu Yun, the monster in Qiong Fang's heart and the holy light of the people. Since returning from Hongluo Temple, he had been guarding Qianxi's window. He sat there, filled with guilt towards Qianxi, watching over the person he once loved most. Perhaps Gu Qianxi sensed his presence. Wasn't the scene she was depicting in the painting the one where she waited for Lu Yun in the snow all night? But things had changed. The woman painting today was someone else's wife. Seeing Yang Suguan holding Gu Qianxi, he wanted to go in and see what had happened, but Yang Suguan's martial arts were too high, and he was afraid of being discovered. Most importantly, it was that woman's husband embracing his wife. He was now just an outsider, a homeless noodle vendor. What right did he have to pry into someone else's privacy? "Perhaps they were just arguing, or perhaps it was 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 really 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 admired by everyone. She has that handsome and 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 of mine is bringing her new torment. What should I do?" Lu Yun remained motionless, his mind a jumbled mess. Thinking of Miss Qi mimicking Gu Qianxi's moans behind the curtain yesterday, 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 Qianxi's usual solitary bed, covered with a clean, light blue floral fabric, and the pillows bore a delicate bamboo pattern, reflecting the elegant and refined style of its owner. Yang Suguan also sealed Gu Qianxi's acupoints to silence her. Gu Qianxi knew no martial arts whatsoever, but simply glared angrily at Yang Suguan with wide eyes. Yang Suguan seemed to have recovered from his anger and quietly pondered something. He took out a stick of incense from his pocket—a specially made aphrodisiac 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. 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 sting Yang Suguan's eyes. Yang Suguan turned his head away, avoiding Gu Qianxi's piercing gaze, and reached for the neckline of the undergarment. There was a specially designed butterfly-shaped knot at the opening, difficult to open without seeing it. After several attempts, he seemed to lose his temper and forcefully ripped open the knot. A pair of snow-white breasts and two pink, translucent areolas suddenly appeared before his eyes. A warm, rich, and sweet milky fragrance wafted into his nose. He couldn't bear to look, but he smelled it nonetheless. At that moment, he thought of the large, jealous, and maddened black cat outside the window, and what he was about to do. 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 her 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 simply lay there calmly, looking at Yang Suguan with disdain. She understood Yang Suguan; she knew he was acting. She was the protagonist, and the big black cat outside was the spectator. The tragedy was unfolding on 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 had abandoned his wife for his great cause.
Yang Suguan stared into Gu Qianxi's eyes for a while, like a child caught stealing a tribute apple by his mother. 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, he saw the scene he 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 took off her silk skirt, and then her underpants. Her white body, as white as mutton fat jade, 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, rounded taro, offered coquettishly to her man. Then, the man's hand, with two fingers, pinched the cherry on the taro, squeezing, crushing, and kneading it. The big black cat's heart, like the cherry on the taro, was torn, 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 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 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. 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 pressed against the breast, while his mouth sucked 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 mystery behind Yanting's inconsistent actions. Watching Yanting and Prince Tang's union was like drawing water from a plug, the movements seemingly endless, 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. Good and evil coexist, yin and yang complement each other; the Six Paths of Reincarnation had even changed Yang Suguan's gender. It had extinguished his sexuality, leaving him without color or desire. His beard was merely a prop, and the protrusion of his Adam's apple was created using internal force. His physical body had already reached the Heavenly Eunuch realm of the Heavenly Technique. When he used this finger technique to caress Yanting, her moans changed, becoming only soft "ahs." Her eyes were filled with deep affection. Was it because he hadn't mastered the technique? This clever woman knew he could give her nothing; he was merely a tool to realize the Buddhist kingdom of the sea and sky. Yet, she was infatuated with his clumsy finger techniques, and even after he ejaculated again and again, Yan Ting refused to let him remove his fingers from the jade clam.
Today, for the sake of the greater cause, to crush the so-called Holy Light, they had no choice but to take a risky gamble. He used his newly learned finger techniques against his 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, knew she had been used. How well she understood him! He knew that Gu Qianxi's heart was filled with that monster, that lurking black cat, yet in their mutual understanding, they were so perfectly aligned. It was a strange feeling. Today, he tore off his mask and cruelly tormented his wife, all to defeat this monster one last time. He knew he had deeply hurt her, but he knew that if he didn't do this, he would soon have nothing left—no home, no country, and even Gu Qianxi. So today, he had to put on a normal performance of male-female intimacy for the people outside the window to see. At this moment, Yang Suguan kissed his wife's breasts forcefully, but tears involuntarily welled up in his eyes. The tears streamed down and dripped onto her white, plump breasts, like pearls scattered on snow. He had lost too much in his life; what did tears matter?
Thinking of this, he freed one hand and explored further down her 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, just 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 to move forward. Lu Lang, where are you? Should I wait for you? Should I persevere?" Suddenly, a small snake rushed in from the clam between her legs, its head gently knocking on the door.
The big black cat outside the window reddened its eyes. It saw the woman it loved spread her jade-like legs, her mons pubis full and round, like a peeled, halved, naked white pear. The mons pubis was covered with lush pubic hair, damp with fragrant sweat, curling up into a tuft of dark, glossy black hair. The man's hand moved down the mons pubis and saw a honey-like slit between her legs, like a ripe, bursting flower bud. From the stamen protruded a bud as erect as a baby's finger. Below were two small folds of flesh, like the flesh of a clam, or like tiny geoduck tubes, all smooth, translucent, and crystalline, with a pale pink hue, as delicate as a cherry blossom. At the bottom of the honey-like slit was a small undulation, which was the delicate anus. The man's middle finger pressed down on the clitoris, then used his index and little fingers to separate the two labia. The tender, tightly closed petals opened, and the geoduck tube contracted and expanded with each breath. The clitoris, having been kneaded 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. The middle finger hesitated before this membrane, unable to move forward or backward. The vagina felt like a hidden slug's tube, with a sucking force as it squeezed and pinched, gradually drawing the finger in. With the contractions of his lower abdomen, it pushed outward in circles.
The big black cat suddenly felt something erect in his lower body, swollen like a cast iron rod. Although his heart was breaking, he still had a helpless physiological response. He was suddenly annoyed by this uncooperative jade pestle, which attacked him at his most painful moment. He remembered the days of the Great Waterfall, when his jade pestle would become erect, he would punish it by pounding it with thousands of pounds of water. The icy water and unparalleled pressure would instantly make it go limp. But today, in this environment, being violated in front of his beloved woman, it became hard. The big black cat was angry. He reached into his pants, pinched the jade stem hard, and squeezed the glans tightly, forcing it to retreat. The shaft was pinched until it was red, like bruises, twisted into a pretzel, but the three spongy pillars still stood erect. Pain, sadness, disappointment, the physical and visual impact, and the pleasure from the pressure of the shaft all overwhelmed the big black cat's mind...
The man's middle finger suddenly made a ruthless move, like a steel will, and rushed 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 acupoints were sealed to silence her, the immense pain jolted Gu Qianxi awake from her euphoric daze. A soft "Ah!" escaped her vocal cords, but no sound came out. Her wide, beautiful eyes were blank, and her body was taut like steel.
When the black cat heard this "Ah," his heart ached as if being torn apart. He closed his eyes in agony, but his penis seemed to receive a command to ejaculate, hot, thick semen gushing from its engorged head…
Tears welled in Gu Qianxi's eyes. She knew how much pain her beloved had endured. Hearing this sound, she regretted crying out; the feeling of humiliation weighed on her heart like a mountain of nightmares.
Yang Suguan withdrew his middle finger, stained with honey-blood, and put it in his mouth, savoring the virgin's semen with his taste buds. 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 a mixture of shame and pride in 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 my Six Paths of Reincarnation has a flaw? Why is it hard?"
He pulled down his pants, revealing 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, yet it wobbled like a willow branch in spring, possessing a certain resilience but lacking the strength to stand upright. "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 bigger? Is it because my inner demons have arisen, creating a flaw in the Six Paths of Reincarnation?" Yang Suguan suddenly panicked.
He remembered his master's words: when inner demons appear, the demonic barrier must be broken. Qianxi is my demonic barrier.
This jade stem is erect because of her; he'll let her suck it back in. Thinking this, he turned Gu Qianxi onto her side, putting the little elephant trunk to her mouth. Gu Qianxi closed her eyes, ignoring the playful little elephant trunk. "Suck it in." Yang Suguan reached out and pinched Gu Qianxi's nose, preventing her from breathing. Gu Qianxi couldn't hold her breath, 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 attitude, Yang Suguan became somewhat 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. Whether Axiu will suffer a loss depends on a single word from me, the head manager." Gu Qianxi heard this... Thinking of Ah Xiu's crying face, Yang Suguan felt a pang of sadness and opened his 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, 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." Back then, however, he was bound by propriety and dared not embrace her. Now, with this beauty in his bed, and another man, she was doing shameful things with her man…
Time seemed to stretch on endlessly, like another ten years had passed. Suddenly, a guard rushed over from outside the small building, shouting from downstairs, "Manager, urgent military intelligence!" Just then, Yang Suguan's "elephant trunk," poised to fire, was startled by the shout and trembled, shrinking rapidly in a flash. When he pulled it from Gu Qianxi's mouth, the delicate, toothpick-like object drooped dejectedly. Somewhat surprised, Yang Suguan flicked the toothpick, bent it, and tucked it between his legs. He quickly pulled up his trousers, said nothing, and turned to leave. Gu Qianxi was left naked on the bed.
The early spring weather was chilly, and Gu Qianxi, lying prone, felt cold. However, her acupoints were still sealed, rendering her immobile. Her heart was also frozen; she realized Yang Suguan was finally using her as a pawn. What would become of her and Ah Xiu in the future? Suddenly, a gust of hot wind blew by, and a silk scarf landed squarely on her eyes, obscuring her vision. A warm, large 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 a fragrant pillow, and then a quilt was pulled over to keep her warm. "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 by the annoying silk scarf. The large hand continued to pull her exposed arm under the covers. In the instant the hand passed over her, 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 through 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 shed that night ten years ago. The large hand gently wiped away her tears, gently brushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ear. When the hand brushed her cheek, it paused unexpectedly, 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 wrote "I'm waiting for you" again. The large hand seemed particularly excited by these three words, gripping her hand tightly. A moment later, several people seemed to appear outside the window, and more appeared to be rushing towards them. Gu Qianxi hurriedly wrote "Danger! Run away!" Only then did the large hand reluctantly tuck Gu Qianxi's arm under the covers, making sure she was tucked in. Then there was silence. A soft "thump" sounded as the window closed. The large hand 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 "Run away!" in the large hand's palm. The large hand seemed unconcerned about her safety, only giving her a slight squeeze. Gu Qianxi wrote "I'm waiting for you" again. The large hand seemed particularly excited by these three words, gripping 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, 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.

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