Moonlight, like a silver veil, streamed through the carved window lattice and across the bed, making Little Yueqiu's silver hair sparkle where it lay spread out.
Little Yueqiu was curled into a small ball, her slender shoulders trembling ceaselessly. Crystalline teardrops rolled from the reddened corners of her eyes, sliding down her porcelain-white cheeks. Her pale, bitten lips quivered slightly, letting out a few whimpers like a small animal.
"You awful Master, you rotten Master! ...Do you really have to love that disgusting, twisted Qing Yueqiu so much?!"
"Why can't you... just give up on that woman! You have me now, that should be enough!"
She suddenly lifted her tear-streaked face, her amber pupils swirling with indignation and resentment.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!"
She suddenly grabbed an embroidered pillow and beat it furiously. Strands of her hair stuck messily to her damp cheeks.
