As she felt the sensation of falling through clouds, Qin Wanyuan once again entered the shared dream between Lin Que and Jiang Moqing.
In the dream, the two were already Dao companions. Yet the first thing Qin Wanyuan saw was not their sweet daily life, but Lin Que’s journey of struggle.
Unlike the present Lin Que who was content to drift along as an inner sect disciple, after regaining his cultivation, Lin Que was highly driven and ambitious.
Especially during the period just after he and Jiang Moqing became Dao companions, it could be considered the rising phase of his career. Nearly every day, he busied himself networking and attending engagements to expand his connections.
Relying on the prestige of being the champion and his own formidable strength, Lin Que rose swiftly. In a remarkably short time, he established an impressive web of relationships.
It could almost be said that the aristocratic families who had once tried to suppress him were now going to great lengths to curry his favor. Even the families whose direct descendants he had killed were no exception.
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During that time, Lin Que’s style was decisive and ruthless, swift and unyielding. No one chose to offend him and those who did were, more often than not, already dead.
In stark contrast was his attitude toward Jiang Moqing at home.
As a newly formed Dao companion, Lin Que was not as meticulously gentle as he is now with Qin Wanyuan. On the contrary, when it came to love, he appeared somewhat reserved….one might even say clumsy.
It was Jiang Moqing, the once-icy Senior Sister, who chose to change. She became considerate and gentle, waiting at home each day. For Lin Que’s sake, she was willing to study recipes, learn how to prepare all kinds of spirit dishes, and even practice special massage techniques to ease his fatigue.
Watching the iceberg melt, seeing Jiang Moqing become as tender and attentive as an ordinary woman, Qin Wanyuan could not help but sigh with emotion.
“So Senior Sister once had a time like this as well… how unexpected.”
One night, Lin Que returned home riding his sword, descending from midair into the courtyard. Jiang Moqing had already prepared a table of steaming dishes and was now sitting quietly in the pavilion, gazing up at the moon.
When she saw him return, her eyes brightened. She rose, walked to him, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his lips…only to part again a moment later.
By the pond beneath the moonlight, Jiang Moqing smiled at him. “Junior Brother, the meal is ready. Or… would you prefer to taste something else first?”
Looking at her warm red lips, then into her gentle eyes, Lin Que nodded. Jiang Moqing leaned in and kissed him again.
Lin Que was young and full of vigor, so he was easily stirred by such teasing. In return, he wrapped an arm around Jiang Moqing, deepening the kiss. His broad hand slid downwards, lifting her shapely hips, and her long legs naturally wrapped around his waist.
Kissing as they went, shedding garments along the way, the two quickly reached the pavilion.
Once the flames between them were kindled, they were not so easily extinguished. Within that small pavilion, Qin Wanyuan witnessed Lin Que and Jiang Moqing change positions two or three times.
Her pupils trembled violently, and her heart felt as though it were being cinched tight by a rope.
Yet amid that sour, stifling ache, Qin Wanyuan still forced back the urge to cry. Clenching her fists and gritting her teeth, she watched everything to the very end.
She understood clearly that these were things that had already happened and were unchangeable facts. Rather than deceive herself and shatter the dream once more, it was better to continue watching, to learn more about Lin Que’s past.
Whether good or bad, or even moments like this and his history with a former Dao companion….she wanted to know it all.
Only after taking several deep breaths did Qin Wanyuan finally ease herself out of that near-suffocating feeling.
“So there are even… such positions and methods…”
From her neck to the tips of her ears, Qin Wanyuan’s entire face flushed crimson. Her mind was a tangled mess, completely muddled.
The position that Jiang Moqing had adopted earlier, with her hands gripping the railing while she knelt on the chair with Lin Que standing behind her, was something that Qin Wanyuan had never tried.
Especially the force of those thrusts… merely watching had left her legs feeling weak.
It was only after witnessing the entire scene with her own eyes that Qin Wanyuan truly understood just how young and energetic Lin Que had once been, how brimming with energy he was.
At the same time, she realized just how gentle and considerate he was with her now.
“If it were me instead… I might not survive it, would I?”
Seeing that even Senior Sister Jiang, with her strong constitution, had been left trembling in the legs when she tried to stand, Qin Wanyuan sucked in a sharp breath.
They said that eighteen-year-old boys were like hungry wolves. Those words were indeed true.
When it was finally over, the dishes on the table had long since gone cold. Jiang Moqing struggled to her feet. Without putting on any other clothes, she merely draped her robe over herself and prepared to reheat the food.
Before leaving, she turned back to glance at Lin Que, who was resting and breathing heavily, and gently pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Junior Brother, rest here for a while. I’ll go heat up the dishes.”
“Alright.”
Jiang Moqing turned and headed to the kitchen.
Lin Que simply stared blankly at Jiang Moqing’s limping steps, lost in thought.
Throughout their long relationship, it had always been Senior Sister who accommodated him and took care of him, never once asking anything from him in return.
And as for himself….how should he respond to her love?
It was from that moment on that Lin Que began to understand how to return Jiang Moqing’s feelings.
Indeed, this sensitivity of Lin Que’s was not something he had been born with; it was something he gradually came to comprehend through his relationship with Jiang Moqing.
Watching the Lin Que in the dream who was once clumsy and awkward in matters of the heart gradually become the attentive and considerate person he was now, Qin Wanyuan found herself unable to describe the feelings stirring within her.
At the same time, she recalled something the system had once said.
“It is precisely his past experiences that shaped the Lin Que of today. Through his memories, Host, you may come to understand your Dao companion better. Perhaps you might even learn a thing or two.”
“So it was his past that made him the Lin I know now… that is indeed true.”
Qin Wanyuan’s feelings were complicated at this moment. After all, the Lin she loved most had, in a sense, been “trained” by Jiang Moqing.
Meanwhile, in order to make Lin Que’s nights more “joyful and fulfilling”, Jiang Moqing had even gone to seek advice from her master An Xiaoyao about the arts of intimacy.
After all, Jiang Moqing herself had only limited knowledge in this area, and there were not many books she could obtain. She believed that as an elder who had lived for several hundred years, her master must surely be experienced.
The result… An Xiaoyao knew nothing about it either, and with a flushed face, hastily ushered Jiang Moqing out.
Several days later, An Xiaoyao finally produced an ancient book of unknown origin and secretly slipped it to Jiang Moqing.
It was only then that Jiang Moqing realized that in this regard, her master’s experience was actually even less than her own. After all, she had Lin Que, while her master had no one at all…
Feeling that it would be disrespectful to dwell on such thoughts, Jiang Moqing quickly pushed them aside and soon immersed herself in a new round of study.
To Jiang Moqing, as long as it was for Lin Que, there was nothing she would not be willing to do.
Her love for Lin Que only continued to grow day by day, as though it would never reach an end.
However,
It was precisely this endless love that ultimately led their relationship to conclude in a tragic ending…
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