Siheyuan: Starting with level 8 benchwork skills

Through such delicate emotional interweaving and background setting, the story is not limited to simple communication and conflict, but also provides a broad creative space for subsequent development, aiming to touch the most subtle and important part of the reader's heart - in-depth consideration of self-discovery, personal identity and interpersonal relationship exploration. **

She was an existence outside of this world. She stared at the figure opposite her again, and the answer she got was a gentle smile - he was firmly saying that he had no doubts about every promise he made to her.

She opened her lips slightly, then leaned over and gently touched the ground, slowly speaking word by word: "I am not a product of this world, but a lonely speck of dust among the distant stars."

Her eyes were sunken in the darkness of the night, as if she was telling a sorrow that no one could hear. He stood there, listening quietly to every word, like the closest friend, without interrupting, just listening, letting her inner voice flow out like running water.

She said that she had lost the embrace and company of her loved ones since she was born. On a cold day, someone walked into her world and took her away before she could even speak. Without saying a word, he told her that he was her new mentor in the future. Her voice when she recalled this experience was filled with helplessness about losing her freedom.

She recalled the life of a big family in a luxurious house. She grew up in this new environment and learned to adapt, but her longing for family affection was out of reach. The only "family" she had was the "father" she called herself. Loneliness was like a shadow that surrounded her entire growth path and never dissipated.

Then, her eyes dimmed and her words became choked: "And that person, the one who saved me from the fire and water...what did he intend? I can't, I can't tell you all the details of it."

Her words pierced the silence like a cold wind, and tears rolled down her eyes, silently expressing the pain in her heart.

He listened quietly by her side, and before her tears fell, he had understood the stories behind all the stories. He reached out his hand, caressed her trembling body, and gave her the greatest warmth and support. Behind the silent language, all the care was there.

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Behind this relationship, I have consistently promised to provide new chapters every week to meet the needs of readers, and it is not perfunctory. In the world of the story "Men's Charm Is Not Everything, and Women Are Not Obsessed":

"Oh...well, during that time, some things happened and that man's wife stepped forward to help me and taught that man a lesson. Ah, I was lucky to escape at that time..." His words were filled with tears of gratitude and helplessness.

She snuggled in his arms, tears streaming down her face, and he held her tightly, comforting her with every painful memory.

The subsequent questioning involved the lady:

"What is the current living situation of that woman? Is she safe now? Has she been punished by the law for this?" His heart was filled with anxiety and doubts, and traces of tears still ran down his face.

In response to her doubts, the answer was calm and affirmative:

"Let's not talk about the past. Everything is a thing of the past. Don't worry too much. Good things will come to those who do good things."

Although the answer seemed simple and vague, he understood it, and it was also a kind of tolerance and understanding of this tragic history. He believed that all good things would come.

I looked up at my companions, tears still flowing in my eyes.

"Do you really believe what I say, all my stories?" There was hope in her voice, but also uncertainty.

Faced with her confusion, he nodded without hesitation: "Indeed, I believe every word you say and every story you tell." Sincere emotions, like a pool of docile water, soften all the time.

This conversation not only deepened the trust between the two, but also brought them closer to a deeper emotional level. In the future, such understanding and companionship will be the power to support each other through the wind and rain, and face every ups and downs in life together.

She was standing beside him, gazing at him gently, her heart filled with a warmth and concern that could not be expressed in words. "Do you feel that everything is really safe and sound?" This question fell gently on her heart like a drizzle, smoothing out those impetuous emotional wrinkles.

Then, his actions became even more gentle and delicate—he walked gently to her side, put his arms around her waist, and looked at her with deep and gentle eyes. Under that gentle gaze, the air seemed to soften, and even time seemed to slow down a bit.

What followed was a delicate touch, his breath slowly brushing against her skin, the warm breath with a hint of vanilla surrounding her, like a bright moon at night, illuminating her heart. This warmth was like a spring breeze blowing over the mountains, and like a drizzle moistening the barren land, leaving a gentle and indescribable comfort in her heart.

Such tenderness is like a thread connecting two hearts, invisible and powerful. They no longer need too much language, just a simple eye contact is enough to convey the deep emotion and concern.

"Oh...hey" Xiaowei stood up suddenly, a hint of surprise and shyness flashed in her eyes, and she smiled at him: "Is there anything we can discuss together? I have a new invention, how about it?" Although her heart was surging, she still looked a little cute and adorable.

He smiled, with an admiring look in his eyes, "Okay, baby, let's explore more possibilities together."

So Xiaowei began to look around and searched her pockets carefully, and finally found that she seemed to have returned to the starting point in some strange time and space travel, "Oh no! I have to go home again!" She said with a little annoyance, but also playfulness.

He immediately stepped forward to support her: "Don't worry, we will go back soon, everything will be fine."

As they walked forward hand in hand, she suddenly shook him off, with some slight embarrassment but also said playfully: "Hey, um, you know I have a secret base, do you want to go and take a look?" Her eyes were full of anticipation.

Hearing this, he was slightly stunned, then he smiled brightly and reached out to touch her head, "Of course! It's always fun for us to go on adventures together~"

As the journey progresses, the emotional exchanges between each other become more tacit and profound, which not only increases the interest of the story, but also deeply explores the delicate relationships between the characters and the subtle changes in their growth process, making this journey full of warmth and joy.

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Li Mingrui paused arguing with her, a look of displeasure flashed across his face, and he said seriously, "What's going on?" His sharp eyes were focused on her.

After a moment of silence, he found that she just slowly lowered her head, and there was no playful light in her eyes when facing challenges in the past. He frowned deeply. Then he asked, "What are you talking about?" His tone revealed obvious confusion and uneasiness.

Noticing the change in her mood, Chu Xueqing did not respond. He then pressed on, "Who do you think is your lover?" With doubt and expectation in his eyes, he tried to find the answer to the question.

She smiled without answering, that smile was full of surprise and satisfaction, "It's him! That's the answer. You should let him go." Her smile was bright and beautiful, like a spring breeze on your face, and she herself could hardly suppress the excitement in her heart, as if the joy that had been hidden deep in her heart for several months was suddenly released.

Their eyes met, and Chu Xueqing felt the subtle changes in the air. She asked doubtfully, "You said it was him... You were married and spent some time together?"

Those words seemed to ignite the tears in her eyes, and the tears quietly slid down and fell on the cold ground. His expression was full of sorrow and melancholy.

Seeing his painful expression, Chu Xueqing's emotions were churning. She felt as if a warm current was surging in her heart.

Anger surged from the bottom of her heart, "Damn it! Mingrui, do you think I'm so spineless? We haven't completed the ceremony yet. You can't talk nonsense! You have no right to say that we... it's not over between us." Chu Xueqing's voice trembled.

He snorted coldly, "I'm glad you know. Silly woman. You belong to me now, and no one can look down on you. No matter whether we promised to have a future together or a good marriage in the past, this is considered an informal relationship until I declare you as my partner. Even if you do intend to get married, it is irrelevant. Because your betrayal violates my will. Even if we were engaged, it does not count because of violating the agreement. Because once our relationship is not dissolved, you will have already made your own choice." After saying that, he took Chu Xueqing into his arms. His smile seemed intoxicated but hidden in pain.

Such intimacy awakened her soul to memories again - those memories were so vague, but gradually became clear under the drive of some force; it was as if there was a thought stirring in her heart, eager to tell him about this feeling. But she could never find the right words to tell it all. Those complex and somewhat contradictory emotions were revealed without reservation at this moment.

In this warm and bitter embrace, Chu Xueqing felt an unprecedented peace in her heart. She was attached to the feeling of this moment, and inserted her fingers deeply into his clothes, letting the warmth surround her body. An unprecedented smile bloomed on her cheeks, and her heart was filled with sweetness.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, under the warm shadow of the evening sun. They walked hand in hand back to the palace. The servants in the palace were all surprised. How fast and harmonious was the change between this couple?

Because they had to participate in the ceremony of protecting the spirit tablet tomorrow, all the princes returned to the palace to accompany the procession to the royal burial ground to mourn. Mingrui left the mansion and left Chu Xueqing with only his back and a few simple words as a parting sentiment - just gently touching her forehead as a final farewell. However, this scene was seen by Ling'er standing on a high building.

At night, the stars are like fine sand scattered across the quiet sky.