Siheyuan: Starting with level 8 benchwork skills

The silver snake-like winding figures behind her were reflected in her silver eyes. They were her spiritual companions and silent guardians, following her every movement and breath, and traveling through space together.

The door of the room suddenly opened due to this strong energy, and the banging sound shook the surroundings. The life named Chuchu lying on the floor was awakened instantly from her deep sleep. Her eyes were full of struggle and despair, and she tried to get up in pain. Blood was like running water, flowing from the wound. She screamed in pain, her hands were flustered but she didn't know what to do, like a traveler trapped in a maze.

However, facing the furious opponent Xiao Ziyu, Chu Chu did not back down. She raised her eyes, her brows locked with stubbornness and challenge, like a lone peak standing in the storm. A crisp sound penetrated the silence of the secret room, "Pa!" Xiao Ziyu's slap exploded like thunder, leaving behind a soul-shaking reverberation that spread in the small room.

Chu Chu still ignored the anger and pain. She looked up and met Xiao Ziyu's eyes. Sparks of determination flashed in her eyes, like an irresistible ray of light.

Once again, Xiao Ziyu waved her hand, "Pah!" This time it was not just a vibration of sound, there was even a slight physical disturbance in the air. Chu Chu remained motionless, her eyes firm, staring at the enemy like a stone sculpture, her will to resist shining in those eyes.

Xiao Ziyu snorted coldly, "Do you think you can easily take everything you want? No matter what your purpose is, you can't change my inner **. None of your methods will work."

The following palm strike made a "pop" sound like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth, forming a shocking echo in the secret room.

"Do you really believe that you can defeat fate in this way? Tell me, what can you really change by what you want? Everything you pursue has already been predetermined. There is no need to continue in vain." She launched another attack with an indisputable force.

"I don't need to judge your behavior here!" The person in the mirror seemed to be trembling under an invisible pressure. Anger spread in her body, and every inch of her breath carried surging energy.

Ignoring her question, the other party slowly turned around, his tone cold but full of determination:

No matter how you use the power of the potion on Su Xiaochen's heart,

Please believe that deep in his heart there is still that unshakable emotion.

Although you are temporarily affected by the effect of the medicine, it is definitely not a factor you can control.

Emotions that don't belong to anyone will eventually find their own home.

There will always be a day when the memories come flooding in.

It will appear before you clearly and unmistakably.

Xiao Wanqing's whole body was shaking like a wild beast that had lost its mind. She was swinging her body wildly in the space and punching herself continuously. Her crystal tears were silently sliding down onto the silent ground.

The other party tried to suppress the out-of-control situation, but it also made Chu Yun's words more determined. Her words were like a stone dropped into a pond, causing ripples in the dead silent room.

"Even if you cast countless spells, you can't change his mind, because his true feelings are not what you think!"

As another powerful slap passed through the air, Chu Yun fell to the cold ground. Blood silently dripped from the corner of her mouth, as if it was the saddest ending of this struggle.

An unprecedented heavy pressure filled the air: "Humph, that's because there is a deeper meaning deep in his heart."

“Don’t yell at me like that!” The disgusting roar pierced through the silence and resonated in the space. Her extremely painful look seemed to be telling a sad story that no one could understand, those memories and feelings that were sealed deep in the heart by time.

Chu Yun stared blankly at the scene of collapse, her eyes fixed on a figure not far away. This once extremely powerful man was now like broken glass, punching the ground powerlessly.

Was it her fault? Because her desire for affection was beyond the ordinary?

Love is never just a single existence, but contains elements of strong individualism as well as loyalty and concentration.

However, in this ancient Chinese society, every woman needs to compete with others just to fight for the love from the heart. Xiao Wanqing's performance is undoubtedly too strong. In traditional culture, women's gentleness is often the standard, and her adherence to principles is regarded as heresy.

This is not a wrong label, but everyone's understanding and pursuit are different in different value contexts. Love, in its purest essence, is indeed unique and difficult to replicate, but the way this quality is presented should not be limited or misunderstood.

In this era, women need to balance their inner passion and outward gentleness. In the complex network of social relations, everyone's role is crucial. There is no right or wrong, but more about understanding and tolerance. The essence of emotion may be difficult to define, because it is buried deep in human nature, like an incomplete map.

However, in this long river of life full of variables, every action is silently writing history. Chu Yun looked at the scars on the ground and couldn't help but sigh that perhaps, in this era full of conflicts, the real victory is not only reflected in the surface confrontation or success, but in finding a balance between inner peace and the turbulent world outside, and understanding and accepting every unique life choice and emotional expression.

Why is it so hard to redeem oneself from deep love?

Why did my heartstrings suddenly break?

For whom has my heart turned into a shadow?

In front of everyone's gaze, he turned around but did not look for her.

Is it the deviation of the heart or the difficulty of continuing the love?

Even if I put in all my efforts, I am still invisible in front of him?

A scolding, a beating, what's the harm?

But in return I was filled with joy?

Once I left the table, the cold words were like a sharp knife, piercing deep into my heart.

Why does all my efforts turn into vain sighs and only tears?

She sat curled up in a corner, terrified like a ghost, unwilling to peek into the future.

"He doesn't love me anymore. No matter how hard I try, I can't bring him back."

The sound was like frost falling, piercing her heartstrings.

"Laughing? Mocking, why do you need to prove it? Is true love so hard to find?"

She laughed out loud, but in the next moment her eyes were filled with tears.

What is true love? Who can understand the deepest meaning of love?

She questioned herself, the world, and time.

"How much do I have to pay to have my heart as warm as a summer flower?"

The answer is like a fog, confusing people in their search.

She wondered: Who allowed her to come back? Should she let it go? Is it really that difficult to let it go?

That arrogant oath that if I could kill him, love would be born.

Her eyes were full of confusion. “Only death can bring love.” This logic was really hard to accept.

Facing Chuchu's cold words, she was so angry and mocked helplessly:

"Why fear death? It is the last refuge from suffering!"

Finally, the confrontation in the room ended with the door half open.

When she left, she might have felt a little relieved.

No more expectations, no more efforts, but the doubts and confusions,

But it is like a ray of light in the dark night, penetrating through the darkness and leaving a long trace.

A ray of light shone through the crack of the door, followed by a series of footsteps. "Li Mingxi, you still can't keep calm at a time like this?" The voice was teasing, as if he was mocking the good show that was about to take place. "Although your face has changed from red to slightly pink, this is just the aftereffects left after washing."

"When everything is settled, I will let those who were disrespectful know how powerful I am. I will treat you the same way their mothers treated me, impartially and meticulously!" Her tone was full of threats, and there was a chill in her words.

Lee Myung-hee was not tempted by the schemes of those who tried to exploit her weakness for their own benefit. This was not the first time she had encountered such schemes. She was tired of the repeated conspiracy games and laughed it off.

In the next chapter, we will uncover the true face of this game, "talking about the world with a smile, with victory in hand", this is a paragraph that combines praise for the winner and satire on the loser, like a foreshadowing of the arrival of ** before a feast.

She stood in the corridor, wearing a plain gauze dress, holding a folding fan tightly in her hand. The delicate patterns on the fan seemed to have life under the moonlight. Her light steps revealed her unique delicate and beautiful aura. "Hmph!" She sneered, "You, you are obviously the kind of person who is praised to death, but why do you look so fragile now? From which secret book did you learn these manners? Could it be that your mother taught you these skills? Hey, think about it, you are just an unloved abandoned child, right? Your father who doesn't love and pity was once a prominent military officer." Her words were full of sarcasm and mockery.

Her laughter was like a sudden thunder and lightning in summer, stirring up quite a few ripples in this quiet night. She waved the fan in her hand lightly, as if imitating the posture of her little daughter. At this moment, the smile between her fingers made the atmosphere more subtle and interesting. Facing Li Mingxi's provocation, she did not show a trace of panic, but responded with a calm and sharp look - she swung the hoe in her hand vigorously, passing through the air, and a crisp sound came: "Squeaky-squeaky--" With the swing of the axe, she seemed to express her disdain for Li Mingxi in a silent confession, "Look, this prince, have you been idle for too long and have nothing to do?" Her face gradually showed guilt, but with sarcasm, "I'm sorry, Li **, I remember correctly, you seem to have never mentioned that you have a real mother. Maybe she has left a long time ago. Hehe, your family is really leisurely, and has never taught some rules and etiquette. From your words, I can guess that your father does not follow filial piety, right? He is a typical character."

Every word Li Mingxi said seemed like a carefully arranged foreshadowing. At the end of the conversation, there would be a strong force after each sentence, as if she was using the power of language to split the fantasy defenses of all opponents. The axe in her hand was raised high, ready to strike again, ready to give a powerful blow to the seemingly proud but unbearable man in front of her.