O Amor pelo Palácio do Leste É Difícil de Romper
A história retoma o desfecho doloroso do Palácio Oriental, mergulhando profundamente nas profundezas dos corações das personagens, retratando a luta amor-ódio de Xiao Feng com tamanha intensidade que
That day, Li Chengyin was leisurely soaking in the warm spring within the palace pond, the soothing water enveloping him in a wave of comfort.
Just as he closed his eyes, savoring the moment of tranquility, suddenly, a pair of soft hands gently covered his eyes.
Instantly alert, Li Chengyin instinctively reached out and pulled. A sharp cry followed, and when he saw it was Xiao Feng before him, the surprise in his eyes swiftly melted into boundless affection.
He grasped Xiao Feng’s arm tightly, his gaze burning intensely upon her, as if afraid this was but an illusion, and that letting go would make her vanish.
Xiao Feng’s face flushed a deep red, like a ripe apple, her shyness and embarrassment unmistakable. She struggled to break free from Li Chengyin’s hold, reproaching him softly:
“Aren’t you going to leave? Mind your manners!”
Li Chengyin, however, was unconcerned, raising an eyebrow with a playful smile tugging at his lips, replying:
“You were the one who barged in recklessly. Why should I leave? That makes no sense.”
Watching Xiao Feng’s uneasy and flustered demeanor, a trace of pride stirred in Li Chengyin’s heart. He teased with a smile:
“If you don’t want me to leave, then I really don’t mind.” Saying this, he slowly loosened his grip.
Leaning lazily against the stone edge of the pond, Li Chengyin quietly gazed at Xiao Feng.
At that moment, images suddenly flashed through his mind without warning—shrouded in a thin veil, hazy yet faintly clear. In a daze, he seemed transported to another time and