Chpater 69 thoughts

Mr. Qin stood frozen, his mind reeling from the unexpected question posed by the old lady. As her words hung in the air, his thoughts scattered like autumn leaves in the wind.

He struggled to process the significance of her inquiry, his senses overwhelmed by a flood of memories that surged from the depths of his consciousness.

As he gazes upon her, his breath catches in his throat, captivated by her ethereal beauty. Her luscious brown locks cascade like a gentle waterfall, framing her face in a halo of warmth and allure.

Each strand whispers secrets of untold adventures, beckoning him to run his fingers through their silky embrace.

Her eyes, deep pools of dark brown, hold me in their spell, reflecting the depths of her soul with an enchanting gaze. They gleam with a mesmerizing intensity, drawing me closer with their magnetic pull.

In their depths, I see a universe of mysteries waiting to be unravelled, a universe I yearn to explore.