She slowly stood up, her exquisite face tinged with a charming blush, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, captivating beyond compare.
In those eyes, clear as autumn waters, there was only a watery tenderness and unreserved trust.
"My dear Xu."
Her red lips slightly parted, her voice carrying a barely noticeable tremble, yet it sounded all the more seductive, as if her eyes contained spring water capable of melting the hardest steel into soft silk.
Xu Ping walked forward with a gentle yet solemn smile, lightly holding her slightly cool and delicate hand.
"Shuang'er."
Their eyes met, emotions flowed, and everything was understood without words.
Both of them embraced, their figures slowly fading into the depths of the stone chamber.
The heavy stone door closed silently with a slight movement of Xu Ping's mind, isolating everything inside from the outside world.
Yin and Yang are transformed into life.
