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Chapter 294 - 171 Miaomiao, I Like You! (Sweet - )_3

Chapter 294: Chapter 171 Miaomiao, I Like You! (Sweet Chapter)_3

"How does it look, pretty isn’t it?"

The girl tore off the disguise mask from her face, twirled in front of the man with a smile as radiant as blooming flowers.

As the girl spun gracefully, the intricate embroidery on her skirt fluttered gently, as if imbued with life itself, dancing elegantly, just like petals blossoming leisurely in the air, a sight too beautiful to behold.

"So beautiful."

Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

A faint blush immediately spread across Yelü Miaomiao’s cheeks, the shy pink hue like the first light of dawn, making her eyes even more bright and captivating.

Her lips curved up slightly in a hint of pride, she deliberately tilted her chin up, and with her delicate nose like carved jade, she let out a light snort and asked, "Is it the clothes that are beautiful, or the person?"

"The clothes are beautiful."

Jiang Shouzhong stated bluntly.

No sooner had he spoken than Yelü Miaomiao’s smile froze on her face, a flash of disappointment and dissatisfaction in her eyes, her body trembling slightly, her mood instantly turning sullen.

However, before her mood could fully settle, Jiang Shouzhong had already stepped closer to her, his voice warm in her ear, "You are even more beautiful."

Those three brief words, like warm sunshine dispelling the gloom, instantly lit up the girl’s dim eyes.

Yelü Miaomiao beamed with joy, biting her lip subconsciously as she muttered softly, "No wonder so many women hover around you on regular days, all saying sweet nothings."

"Miaomiao... you truly are very beautiful."

Jiang Shouzhong gently caressed the girl’s tender cheek.

Feeling the man’s warm breath so close, Yelü Miaomiao’s heartbeat accelerated abruptly, pounding wildly like a frightened deer, she wanted to step back, but her legs didn’t move an inch.

The girl was very sensitive at heart.

On this journey, she could clearly sense the changes in Jiang Shouzhong.

This filled her with joy, but also with fear, afraid that he too would be affected by her appearance, and when the moment of clarity came, everything would turn out to be an illusion, a cold reality.

She also felt that he might be pitying her.

Being nice to her before they parted.

Amidst such conflict, Yelü Miaomiao let go completely, thinking even an illusion would bring her happiness for a while longer.

At that moment, the man’s tenderness caught her off guard again.

In the midst of unease, panic, shyness, joy, and confusion, the girl slowly closed her eyes, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly, apprehensive and fearful of something.

"I’ll take you to a place."

Jiang Shouzhong suddenly embraced the girl and, using his qinggong, leaped out of the window.

...

Jiang Shouzhong took Yelü Miaomiao to an ancient pagoda.

The ancient pagoda stood quietly in a corner of the bustling marketplace, a quiet sanctuary within the clamor, resembling a Vajra Pestle piercing the sky, solemn and sacred.

The pagoda was known as the "Morning and Evening Tower," a part of White Cloud Temple, stretching eighteen stories high.

They had visited the place during the day.

Back then, Yelü Miaomiao had knelt under the wishing tree to pray, bathed in sunlight, her figure pure and unblemished.

"Why have you brought me here?"

Yelü Miaomiao’s beautiful eyes roved with curiosity.

By this time, the temple was closed, and around them was silence, only the stone lamps encircling the pagoda’s base were lit one by one, like fallen stars, echoing the bright moon above, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and peace.

Jiang Shouzhong did not speak but, harnessing his qinggong, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure suddenly rose, taking the girl into the air with him.

In a trice, they landed steadily on the very top of the pagoda.

The moonlight was soft, draping the pagoda in a thin veil of silvery gauze.

"Just wait."

After speaking, Jiang Shouzhong leaped down from the top of the tower.

Yelü Miaomiao, bewildered, sat quietly on the edge of the pagoda’s roof, her delicate hands supporting her soft cheeks, gazing down at the town with its myriad twinkling lights.

The night breeze tossed her hair.

The bells around her ankles tinkled.

The girl once again became melancholic at this moment, endless threads of emotion soaked with gloom, intertwining within her heart.

"Jiang Mo, I think I really have fallen for you, what should I do..."

Yelü Miaomiao was very perplexed.

She, as Princess Yanrong, had never anticipated that, one day, a man’s silhouette would be etched onto her heart.

It was so sudden and yet so overbearing.

On this journey, she had hesitated countless times, whether to stay in Dazhou, but time and again, reason cooled her ardor like a splash of cold water.

She was not an ordinary person.

She had her own tribe, her own family, a unique identity, the brightest pearl on the grasslands.

She could not act on a whim, could not arrange her life haphazardly.

Even if Jiang Mo didn’t care about the enmity between Dazhou and Yanrong, the gulf of their identities still determined the distance between them.

"What to do... Maybe, I just shouldn’t fall for you."

The girl sighed.

She gently moved her slender fingers, tenderly wrapping them around her knees in a posture that appeared both fragile and peaceful.

The girl’s head was lowered, her face buried in her knees.

Her dark hair cascaded down, partially obscuring her view, but unable to hide the pervasive sense of desolation and confusion.

At this moment, she seemed to transform into a silent statue.

Cut off from the world.

She sat motionless, letting time slip silently past her fingertips, letting the night breeze flirt with her hair, letting the lights of the town below twinkle in her eyes...

Suddenly!

A loud "bang" pierced the night sky like a thunderclap, breaking the stillness.

Following that, a brilliant flash of light tore through the darkness, like the dawn cleaving the night sky, soaring towards the heavens—then blooming into a glorious firework.

The girl, immersed in melancholy, was caught off guard.

Her head, which had been bowed, instantly lifted, her eyes reflecting the dazzling brilliance of the fireworks, filled with astonishment.