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A harsh voice sounded behind her, accompanied by footsteps approaching from far away. Qingling gasped in shock. Her heart skipped a beat. She quickly hid in the bushes, curled up, and rushed out of the half-open back door with panic and rapid steps. Qingling adjusted her mind, took a few deep breaths, calmed herself down, and turned around. Second Madam was half exposed from the corner of the corridor, with a half-smile on her face. "Oh, it's Qingling, I thought it was some lazy girl." Second Madam smiled, with a hint of inquiry in her eyes. Qingling bowed to her and bent her knees slightly: "Everyone is busy, so I don't want to get in the way. I'll come to this place with fewer people to get some peace and quiet." She tried to make her voice sound calm. "That's right..." Second Madam said, glancing at the back door with a slight flicker, as if she had noticed something. "If you have nothing else, I'll leave first." Qingling interrupted her and walked away quickly, her steps hurriedly, as if she was running away from something. She hurriedly walked towards the hall and bumped into Zhang Yanniann outside the lotus pond, her body slamming into him. "What are you thinking about? You don't even look ahead when you walk." Zhang Yanniann supported her and frowned slightly. Qingling raised her head, his red clothes reflected in her eyes, bitterness spread in her heart, and her eyes became dim. "Nothing, I'm just a little tired." Qingling broke free from his hand and looked away, not wanting him to see the emotions in her eyes. Zhang Yanniann also fell silent. He sighed softly, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and turned to leave, but Qingling grabbed the corner of his clothes, and his body stiffened slightly. "Are we, unable to go back again?" she said, frowning slightly, staring into his eyes, eyes full of sadness. She watched his eyes gradually droop and nodded slightly in agreement. Her heart felt like it was hit hard.
"If it weren't for her, would we be...?" She asked stubbornly, but the words caught in her throat, her lips trembling slightly.
Zhang Yanniann paused for a moment, taking a deep breath as if gathering courage. He grasped her shoulders tightly, and despite the fabric between them, she could feel the tremor in his palm and the complexity in his gaze.
"Qingling, I..." His words were interrupted when Lianxiang awkwardly leaned in from behind, her eyes darting away.
"Cousin Young Master... The auspicious time has come." As she spoke, Zhang Yanniann's unfinished sentence froze in the air, choked back in his throat, unable to be voiced, his eyes filled with disappointment.
Watching Zhang Yanniann's figure fade from view, Qingling lowered her head, turmoil churning within her as tears welled up in her eyes.
Yes, it was time to cut ties; it should have been done long ago. She had endured humiliation for over a decade just to seek revenge against him. Now that her vengeance was at hand, how could she allow herself to fall in love with him again?
No, she could love anyone but Zhang Yanniann.
She repeatedly reminded herself of this in her heart, her clenched fists damp with sweat. A rustling sound of dry leaves came from behind her, and she turned abruptly, her eyes filled with caution. Someone seemed to be watching her from the shadows.
Xia Yinqiu stood there in an exquisite wedding gown, the pearls on her phoenix crown swaying with her movements.
She slightly lifted the bridal veil, a triumphant glint in her eyes. In one corner of the hall stood Qingling in a light green dress, her head bowed and expression dejected. This sight brought Xia Yinqiu great joy, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips.
Only she knew how many years she had loved Zhang Yanniann.
Countless years could be traced back to their childhood when she watched Zhang Yanniann and Cheng Qingling grow up together. The jealousy that had churned within her was still vivid as if it had just happened.
So what if she came back? The winner is still her, Xia Yinqiu.
Thinking of this, a smile crept onto her lips, tinged with a hint of pride.
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