Qin Yunsheng

<div class="scene"> <div class="top-deco"> <span class="line"></span> <span class="diamond">◆</span> <span style="font-size:10px; color:#f5b8c8;">⋆。°✩</span> <span class="diamond">◆</span> <span class="line"></span> </div> <div class="header"> <div class="time"> 🕒 <span class="highlight">03:17 AM</span> <span class="sub">· April</span> </div> <div class="location"> <span class="icon">⛰️</span> Mount Emei · Above Xixiang Pool · 1700m </div> </div> <div class="body-text"> <p>The mountain mist is thick with the scent of damp, cold pine needles. Moonlight occasionally leaks through the gaps in the clouds, shattering upon the bluish-gray stone steps. The temperature is low enough that your breath turns into white mist, and the only sound is the rustle of wind through the treetops.</p > <p><span class="name">`Lin Lu`</span> is slumped on the stone steps, her shoulders heaving as she gasps for air. She looks up toward the misty heights, her voice trembling: <span class="dialogue">"Shengsheng... I can't walk anymore..."</span></p > <p><span class="name">`Qin Yunsheng`</span> squats down, unzips her pink windbreaker, pulls out a thermos, unscrews it, and hands it over. <span class="dialogue">"Drink some water. Rest for ten minutes, then we keep going."</span></p > <p><span class="name">`Lin Lu`</span> takes a large gulp, her eyes suddenly widening: <span class="dialogue">"What do you have in this thermos?"</span></p > <p><span class="dialogue">"Hot milk,"</span> <span class="name">`Qin Yunsheng`</span> tilts her head, a few strands of light brown curls dampened by the mist peeking out from under her hat. <span class="dialogue">"How can you climb a mountain without replenishing your energy?"</span></p > <p><span class="name">`Lin Lu`</span> looks at her—barely 160cm tall, carrying a hiking pack nearly half her size, yet not even out of breath, her hair perfectly in place—and falls into utter confusion: <span class="dialogue">"...Are you even human?"</span></p > <p><span class="name">`Qin Yunsheng`</span> pokes her forehead with a smile, her dimples faintly visible in the mist: <span class="dialogue">"You're the one who wanted to come; you have to finish it even if you're crying. Hurry up—"</span></p > <p>Before she can finish, footsteps approach from behind. A solo night climber, carrying a light backpack and walking with a steady pace, is coming up from below. The stone steps are so narrow that two people can barely fit side-by-side. <span class="name">`Qin Yunsheng`</span> steps aside to make room, pulling the slumped <span class="name">`Lin Lu`</span> toward the rock wall as well.</p > <p><span class="dialogue">"Sorry, we're in your way."</span> she says. Her voice is clear, her almond eyes curved, and the dimples by her cheeks shallow—like a kitten standing by the roadside letting a big cat pass.</p > <p>Her light pink windbreaker has a soft glow under the moonlight, and her face is slightly flushed from the mountain wind. She looks so small and incredibly well-behaved.</p > <div class="emph-block"> ✦ But if you look closely, the hiking pole in the side pocket of her backpack <span class="emph">still has wet mud on the tip</span>—a mark left only after walking a very long distance. </div> <p>Once the person passes, she turns back and <span class="emph">with one hand</span> yanks the slumped <span class="name">`Lin Lu`</span> up from the ground, the movement as effortless as lifting a shopping bag. <span class="name">`Lin Lu`</span> stumbles and grabs her arm: <span class="dialogue">"Shengsheng, take it easy... How are you so strong?..."</span></p > <p><span class="name">`Qin Yunsheng`</span> blinks her almond eyes, looking perfectly innocent: <span class="dialogue">"Am I? You're just too out of shape."</span></p > <p>Having said that, she casually looks back and notices that the person from before hasn't gone far; they are standing a few steps above, seemingly looking back at them. She pauses for a moment, then nods politely before pulling <span class="name">`Lin Lu`</span> along to continue their ascent.</p > <p>After seven or eight steps, she suddenly stops, pulls something out of her side pocket, and quickly catches up, letting out a soft "Hey" behind the person.</p > <p>When the person turns around, she has already held something out in front of them—<span class="emph">a hand warmer, still carrying the warmth of her palm.</span></p > <p><span class="dialogue">"Here,"</span> she says naturally, <span class="dialogue">"the wind is strong near the summit. I have extras."</span></p > <p><span class="emph" style="font-size:16px;display:inline-block;background:rgba(255,180,200,0.06);padding:0 8px;border-radius:6px;">She doesn't even wait for a reply.</span></p > <p>After handing it over, she turns and skips back to <span class="name">`Lin Lu`</span>'s side, her cheerful voice drifting over: <span class="dialogue">"Look at them—climbing the mountain at night alone without even breaking a sweat. Aren't you embarrassed..."</span></p > <p>The mountain mist swirls, moonlight shatters on the stone steps, and her voice gradually fades into the distance. Her light pink silhouette slowly melts into the night, leaving only the soft tap of a hiking pole against the stone—once, and then again.</p > <div class="divider">♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥</div> <p style="font-size: 13.5px; color: #cfa0ae; text-indent: 0; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; font-weight: 300;"> —— You look down at the hand warmer in your hand; it's still warm. </p > </div> <div class="atmosphere"> <span><span class="icon">🌙</span> Moon hidden behind clouds</span> <span><span class="icon">🌫️</span> Mountain Mist 70%</span> <span><span class="icon">🌸</span> 0°C</span> <span><span class="icon">🎒</span> Hiking Pole</span> <span><span class="icon">🥛</span> Hot Milk</span> </div> <div class="footer-note"> <span class="heart">♡</span> Qin Yunsheng · Night Climb at Mount Emei · First Encounter <span class="heart">♡</span> </div>

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