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As the winter steps in gradually, the atmosphere in the inn carries a sense of quiet and mystery. However, Xiao Xiangzi's thoughts become more complicated, as she develops a strong curiosity about Mo Deqian's past. She decides to use her intelligence to uncover the secrets within Mo Deqian.
Xiao Xiangzi subtly guides Mo Deqian to talk about his past in their daily conversations, observing his reactions and searching for possible clues. However, it seems that Mo Deqian truly knows nothing about his own past, as his answers are always vague and elusive.
At dusk, Xiao Xiangzi quietly observed Mo Deqian in the courtyard. He was practicing swordsmanship alone, and although his technique was simple, it revealed a profound internal strength. A hint of suspicion flashed in Xiao Xiangzi's eyes as she began to doubt that Mo Deqian's martial arts were anything an ordinary person in the martial world could compare to.
On that quiet night, moonlight spilled into the room like water. The lighting in Xiao Xiangzi's room was soft, and the air was filled with a mysterious and ancient atmosphere. She had invited Mo Deqian here not just for friendly exchange, but with a deeper intention - to use secret techniques to uncover Mo Deqian's mysterious past.
Xiao Xiangzi has a unique obsession with money and treasures. She believes that Mo Deqian's past may hide some precious secrets, which are undoubtedly valuable to her. She has prepared some precious medicinal materials, all of which she has collected over the years, and now they are to be used in a ritual full of unknowns.
Mo Deqian sits there, his posture still calm and old-fashioned, seemingly unsurprised by Xiao Xiangzi's actions. His gaze is deep, as if seeing through everything, yet also as if seeing nothing at all. His very existence is a mystery.
Xiao Xiangzi began her ritual. She held a spiritual symbol in her hand and chanted obscure and difficult incantations. Her eyes revealed determination and focus, as if she was concentrating all her energy on this secret art. The atmosphere in the room became increasingly solemn, but Mo Deqian remained calm, showing no sign of emotion in his eyes.
However, no matter how hard Xiao Xiangzi tried, she seemed unable to reach the depths of Mo Deqian's memory. Her incantations became more urgent, and the determination in her eyes gradually gave way to confusion and a sense of defeat. In the end, she reluctantly stopped her movements, a hint of disappointment in her eyes.
"Why?" Xiao Xiangzi's voice carried a hint of unwillingness. "Why can't I see through you?"
Mo Deqian slowly stood up, his voice cold but calm. "Some things cannot be easily understood."
Xiao Xiangzi looked at Mo Deqian with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but at the same time, she also felt a sense of unprecedented awe.
Mo Deqian looked at Xiao Xiangzi with a hint of gratitude in his eyes: " Xiao Xiangzi, thank you for your efforts."
Xiao Xiangzi smiled faintly, feeling a bit disappointed in her heart, but more so understanding and respecting Mo Deqian: "Perhaps, Mo Deqian, some things should just be let go with the wind, without the need to force them."
Since then, Xiao Xiangzi began to focus more on the operation and development of the inn. And Mo Deqian also gained a better understanding of Xiao Xiangzi's character and abilities in this process. She was not only intelligent and decisive, but also had a heart that was tolerant and understanding.
Time passes unnoticed, and life at the inn remains peaceful and harmonious. The relationship between Mo Deqian and Xiao Xiangzi gradually develops into a special understanding. They respect and support each other, injecting new vitality and hope into this small inn.
On winter nights, when the cold wind blows, Xiao Xiangzi will light a warm fire in the inn's hall. Mo Deqian sits quietly by the fireplace, his eyes sometimes gazing into the distance, sometimes lost in thought. On such nights, their spirits seem to reach a kind of wonderful resonance without words.
On that stormy night, the lobby of the inn was warm and peaceful. Xiao Xiangzi decided to enjoy a few glasses of fine wine with Mo Deqian, hoping to use this opportunity to get to know this mysterious man better. As their glasses lightly clinked, producing a crisp sound, it seemed to echo some kind of omen in the silent night.
Xiao Xiangzi took a sip of wine, her eyes shimmering with complex light. A hint of a smile played at the corner of her mouth as she spoke with a teasing tone, " Mo Deqian, have you ever thought about what important secrets your past might be hiding?"
Mo Deqian quietly watched her, then took a slow sip of wine. As the liquid went down his throat, a hint of deep contemplation seemed to flash in his eyes, but soon returned to calmness: "My past to me is like a fog, unreachable and unclear."
Xiao Xiangzi did not give up, she continued to probe Mo Deqian's thoughts: "Your martial arts are extraordinary. Perhaps there are people in the martial world who know you and know your background."
Mo Deqian responded lightly: "In the vast world, there may be many who know me, but who truly understands me?"
As night fell, the atmosphere in the bar gradually became intense. Mo Deqian sat in a corner, holding a glass of wine. His eyes seemed indifferent, yet as if contemplating something. As he continued to savor the taste of alcohol, his usually calm and almost expressionless face gradually revealed a trace of elusive coldness.
Xiao Xiangzi, the intelligent and independent female protagonist, sat across from Mo Deqian, observing him with a vigilant and curious gaze. Her obsession with wealth allowed her to keenly perceive subtle changes in the people around her, especially enigmatic figures like Mo Deqian.
Mo Deqian's eyes gradually grew deeper, as if concealing endless secrets and profound pain. Though subtle, this change left a deep impression on Xiao Xiangzi. Unable to resist, she asked, "What are you thinking?"
Mo Deqian looked up, his gaze slightly blurred by the effects of alcohol, but still maintaining that unique calmness. "Some things, even alcohol cannot make one forget," his voice was deep and powerful, carrying a subtle hint of sorrow.
Xiao Xiangzi was deeply drawn in by his words, knowing that this man's past must be incredibly complex. Her gaze became even more profound, attempting to explore the secrets in Mo Deqian's heart. However, Mo Deqian's expression once again returned to calm, as if his previous openness was just an illusion.
Xiao Xiangzi deeply understands that this man's inner world is so unfathomable, even she as a woman finds it difficult to enter. But this is also what attracts her - the mystery and depth of Mo Deqian make her full of curiosity about him.
At this moment, Mo Deqian suddenly stood up, his eyes showing an indescribable emotion. His voice suddenly became deep and powerful: " Xiao Xiangzi, my past may always be a mystery. But now, I just want to live well in this inn and no longer pursue those unanswered questions."
After speaking, Mo Deqian turned and left the hall, leaving Xiao Xiangzi alone sitting there. A hint of complex emotions flashed in her eyes, as if she was reflecting on their conversation.
Since then, Xiao Xiangzi no longer tried to uncover Mo Deqian's past. She began to respect his choices more and gave him more care and support in daily life. Mo Deqian also gradually let go of the burden in his heart, and he began to face life with a more relaxed attitude.
The days at the inn remain calm and full of life. The relationship between Xiao Xiangzi and Mo Deqian has become even more subtle and profound.
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