Author: Lotus Heart Mortal
Today, after reading the latest three chapters and reaching the final part of "Lin Xuan Unleashing His Might," I saw Lu Ying'er's love:
"Yes, this servant girl understands. Does Young Master have any other instructions?" Lu Ying'er said respectfully.
"No. Oh, right, I'll borrow your cultivation cave for a moment."
"Borrow this servant girl's cultivation cave?" Lu Ying'er froze, a strange expression appearing on her face.
Why did she "freeze," and why did her expression turn "strange"? He was only borrowing her cultivation cave. Given how well Lu Ying'er understood Lin Xuan, how could she have believed he was the sort of man driven by lust?
But she was deceiving herself! She felt inferior, believed herself unworthy of Young Master, and dared not reveal her love, thinking she could only be a good servant girl. She "froze" because she saw hope—even if it was only the faintest thread!
Ying'er's face had originally been red as fire, but now a flicker of disappointment passed through it. Yet she quickly returned to normal, bowed, and respectfully withdrew.
From that "red as fire" to that "flicker of disappointment," who knew of the hollow emptiness after her fragile bubble burst, the pain when that thread of hope was severed? I knew, but at least Lin Xuan did not! Was Ying'er's so-called "return to normal" truly normal? No. Ying'er simply did not want her Young Master to see that she harbored thoughts beyond those of a servant girl, lest she could not even remain the little servant girl by his side.
Perhaps, after leaving, Ying'er would stand upon a pavilion terrace, gazing at the sky in silence, while tears flowed within her heart.
Perhaps, from some corner, a faint sigh would drift forth.
Perhaps, you would hear the sound of Feng