Amidst the serene and mystical atmosphere of Tushan, Chuxuan gently scooped up the sleeping Tushan Susu. Susu’s delicate face was peaceful, resembling a budding flower. She curled up slightly in Chuxuan’s arms, her breathing steady and soft, as if she were immersed in a wonderful dream. Chuxuan’s movements were exceptionally cautious, as though he were holding the most precious treasure in the world, and his eyes were filled with pity and tenderness.
Standing nearby, Tushan Yaya witnessed this scene. Her gaze, which usually radiated dignity and cold severity, rarely refrained from igniting with anger this time. Yaya stood quietly, her figure tall and straight, her red dress fluttering gently in the breeze like a burning flame. Her gaze was locked firmly on Chuxuan, woven with complex emotions—a trace of imperceptible annoyance, but far more of helplessness and tolerance. After a long moment, she parted her lips, her voice calm yet carrying an unquestionable dignity: "Let this be an exception!" The words fell like a pebble cast upon a silent lake; though they stirred no towering waves, they sent ripples spreading through Chuxuan's heart.
Chuxuan raised his head slightly and looked at Tushan Yaya. In his memory, she had always been the cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside queen with a hint of tsundere. Her strength and dominance were like a congenital halo enveloping all of Tushan. Whether it was the cold ruthlessness she showed when facing enemies or her decisive efficien…
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