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And like magic our favorite cartoon has appeared along with the ink…aura thingy, I will call it inklust.
xing:I am at the hospital...
He shakily breathes in and out before coughing to hide the surprised laughter that was coming out, but his trembling shoulders gave him away.
Oh, and apparently Kim has it too. How convenient. And now, back to our story.
"Hoh, lagian untuk apa kau rawat, jika akhirnya akan kau potong, kau bagi-bagikan, dan kau rawat kembali." ucapnya dengan mulut penuh dengan kacang.
Natsu chimmes in and says "Yeah, Im hungry!" which causes him to be whacked upside the head by Erza.
"You're just thinking about image. Aren't you quite a shameless person but your words are also true. Now is the perfect time strike the iron while it's still hot." The man in white suit broke the awkwardness present in the air with his words.
"Ako rin naman." Sagot niya. "By the way, alam mo naman kung sino ang mas malalagot satin ngayon diba?" Habang nagd-drive ay lalong sumasakit ang ulo niya at nahihilo pero pinipilit niyang maging alisto sa daan.
What's it like there?
"You must be devastated…" Seemingly like she noticed my hesitation, she went with another word.
I need a minute. I actually had to pause the book after the Moon Lake scene because my chest hurt. So Feng Qingsui never actually met Xiao Yu in person, right? She only saw portraits her brother-in-law painted. But the way the author writes these memories—it's devastating. The little voice of Xiao Yu asking 'Suisui Yi, when are you coming back to the capital? If you don't return soon, I'll start losing my baby teeth.' That line. That specific, childish detail about losing baby teeth. It's so ordinary and so heartbreaking because we know Xiao Yu is dead. She drowned in this very mansion's pond. And Feng Qingsui's reaction—she's standing right there at Moon Lake, the place where the child died, and she's drowning in memories while Madam Wei is sitting next to her talking about opera stages. The contrast between the mundane conversation and the internal storm is so well done. Feng Qingsui snaps back and asks about the murals on the stage like nothing happened. But we, the readers, we know exactly what happened inside her head. What got me the most was the sister dynamic. The text says 'Xiao Yu closely resembled her [Feng Qingsui's] sister when she was young, so looking at Xiao Yu's portrait always felt like gazing through time at her sister.' This woman has lost everyone. Her husband is dead, her sister is gone, and now this child who was like a daughter to her is dead too. And she's standing at the edge of the pond wondering 'in which pond of the Rongchang Marquis Mansion did you drown?' The grief is so quiet and so heavy. But then there's also the warmth. The memory of Cuique clinging to her sister at the orphanage, the stolen purse incident, the way Feng Qingsui protected her sister even as a blind child. These flashbacks aren't just plot devices—they're emotional anchors. They show us who Feng Qingsui was before all this tragedy, and they make her current strength feel earned rather than given. And can we talk about Ji Changqing for a second? The gloves scene. His mother tells him Feng Qingsui made him wool gloves, and he's sitting there trying them on, realizing they're 'much softer and more flexible than those made of fur—fitting like a second skin.' He's wearing something she made him without even knowing. That's the kind of quiet romantic tension that makes my heart explode. He's suspicious of her, yes, but he's also wearing her handiwork every day. The author is playing 4D chess with emotions and I am HERE for it.