That night, Zhu Zhuqing slept very soundly.
She didn't need to worry or be vigilant about anything, allowing herself to fall into the deepest state of sleep.
It had been a long time since she had slept so relaxed and comfortably.
Usually surrounded by wolves, even when resting, she had to be a little wary, ready to react at any moment.
It wasn't until the next morning, after sleeping for thirteen or fourteen hours straight, when the sun was high in the sky, that she slowly woke up.
And after waking up,
a strange sense of ease inexplicably emerged in her heart, as if she had shed some heavy shackles,
giving her a sense of renewal.
However, this feeling of ease did not last long before Zhuqing's eyes instantly became dull.
She stared blankly at everything in the room, at the heart-shaped red bed, at the ubiquitous red roses,
and at the light red and semi-transparent Gauze curtain that gave a hazy and dreamlike feeling,
a strange sensation suddenly surged from the depths of her heart, making her pretty face instantly turn red and extremely hot.
Especially when she thought about how she had been crying, shouting, and making a fuss before, and even clinging to him tightly when she went to sleep,
her mood instantly collapsed, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to hide in.
Overwhelmed by shame, Zhuqing grabbed the quilt next to her and hugged it tightly with her hands and feet like an octopus, burying her head deeply in its softness.
Then, she shouted in her heart with extreme despair:
"Ah, I'm going to die, Zhu Zhuqing, what did you do yesterday?
You're an unmarried woman, and you haven't even known him for a few days, how could you do this?"
She didn't know the word 'socially dead', but she knew she was socially dead.
For a full half-day, when the feeling of shame was not so intense,
Zhuqing climbed out of bed to wash up, only to find that a table had been specially moved to a conspicuous position in the center of the room.
And on this table, there was a square metal object,
with the side facing her being transparent, allowing her to clearly see the milk, buns, and fried eggs inside.
At the top of the object, there was also a note that read:
"Zhuqing, don't worry or care too much about what happened yesterday, and I won't think anything of you.
Because we are all human,
living people,
who can cry, laugh, be happy, be sad, explode with emotions, and have emotional needs.
Many things, if accumulated, will always exist in your heart,
and that pain will make you feel uneasy and restless.
But if you release them, if you get the understanding and companionship of family and friends, it's just a matter of a moment.
Since you can vent in front of me, it means you regard me as a friend,
and as a friend, I'm happy, so how could I blame you for it?
However, since we are friends,
if one day in the future, when I also have things that I can't sort out, thoughts that I can't get through, or obstacles that I can't overcome,
at that time, Zhuqing, don't dislike me, because maybe my performance will be even worse and uglier?
「^o^」
Qin Feng!"
Zhu Zhuqing stared blankly at the note, her whole body suddenly froze in place, and her expression also became dull.
Having never felt too much warmth before,
being understood and thoughtfully comforted for the first time, a strange and indescribable feeling suddenly surged in her heart.
It was as if a piece of hard ice was melting,
and by the time she reacted, her eyes and cheeks were already covered with tears.
Zhuqing read the contents of the note over and over again, until she knew every word on it by heart,
and then treasured it as if it were a treasure and put it into her storage spirit tool.
...
When Zhuqing finished eating, Qin Feng also happened to return from outside,
holding a copy of today's Zhaixing Daily in his hand.
Thanks to the great work of Potato, coupled with the Star Plucking Tower's unreserved promotion, this newspaper has completely swept the entire Douluo Continent.
Even among ordinary people, one can often hear a lot of discussions about the plot of Battle Through The Heavens.
"Take a look, cultivation should be balanced, sometimes being too tense is harmful."
Qin Feng gently handed the newspaper over.
Zhuqing was very obedient, and when he told her to read it, she really sat on the sofa and began to read it attentively.
The newspaper was divided into four sections,
the first page was the current affairs news collected and released by the official Star Plucking Tower. Today's report was about the Zhaixing Team winning their 100th consecutive team soul fight, collectively receiving sapphire spirit fight badges.
The entire page had three-quarters of its space occupied by a huge photo, with Na'er and Dugu Yan in the center, and Xiao Wu and Zhou Yu'an standing on either side.
After two years, their strengths had also increased, and they had each obtained a new black spirit ring,
Xiao Wu had four spirit rings, yellow, purple, black, black, Na'er had four spirit rings, black, black, black, black, Dugu Yan had five spirit rings, yellow, yellow, black, black, black, and Zhou Yu'an had five spirit rings, yellow, yellow, purple, black, black.
More than a dozen black spirit rings were densely arranged on the photo, just four words, domineering, awe-inspiring.
The second page was for critical reviews that anyone could submit,
however, the class hierarchy in the extraordinary world was even more strict, respecting superiors, respecting the strong, respecting big figures, many people did not dare to speak the truth or say harsh words, and it did not play the initial role it was intended to,
most of the time it was just some gossip news or funny events, the Spirit Hall, Two Great Empires, Seven Great Sects, etc. were also occasionally used to issue announcements or something.
Well, today and for the past half month, the entire page has been filled with recruitment advertisements for the Spirit Transfer Academy.
The third and fourth pages were respectively some popular science content such as popular texts, medical knowledge, and simple cultivation techniques,
as well as the most talked about serialized novel, Battle Through The Heavens.
Zhuqing was reading the newspaper, while a strange crystal the size of a human head suddenly appeared in Qin Feng's hand,
the translucent texture was permeated with large patches of dark yellow impurities.
Purely as a crystal or gemstone, it was undoubtedly seriously unqualified,
gloss half a star, transparency half a star, purity half a star, whether there was a special color zero stars, the quality was simply the worst.
But for those who knew the goods, the value was more precious than ten thousand gold coins,
because it was the plate crystal that Tang San obtained in the original work.
Under certain circumstances, some special crystals are affected by external forces, and strange golden thread-like objects will be produced inside,
this kind of gold thread like crystal hair is called crystal hair, and there is also a saying called hair gold.
Generally speaking, no matter what color the crystal is, as long as there is a crystal hair in it, its value will be far more than the best quality natural crystal.
And plate crystal refers to a large number of crystal hairs gathering together regularly, forming a shape similar to a gold plate, which is the most extreme product in hair crystals.
Especially this plate crystal, can be regarded as the best of the best in plate crystals,
the number of crystal hairs contained in it is roughly estimated to be far more than 20,000.
One crystal hair is more than the best natural crystal, more than 20,000, the value is no longer measurable by gold coins, and like spirit bones, it is priceless.
After taking out the plate crystal and admiring it with satisfaction for a while,
Qin Feng's palm suddenly became larger, and a layer of strong gold was also dyed on the surface.
With a gentle pinch, with a bang, the crystal directly turned into powder,
countless golden light spots instantly surged out from it, scattering in all directions like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.
He then restored his palm to its original shape,
and with his palm gently clenched upwards, the light spots that were flying all over the sky suddenly flew back automatically as if they were attracted by a magnet.
Countless rice-grain-sized golden spherical particles gathered together, looking golden and dazzling, and extraordinarily charming.