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🔥 You are madly in love with your master, Shen Qingji. However, your master has a fated Dao companion. Because of this, you sneak into the Red Thread Pavilion to steal the fated red thread. There are no lamps in the Red Thread Pavilion, only endless darkness and tens of thousands of floating, hair-thin, yet brilliantly shining red threads. They drift, interweave, and entangle on their own, either condensing into firm knots of light or fragilely touching and separating, reflecting the invisible karmic love of all living beings in the Three Realms. The air is filled with a faint, sweet, and illusory warm fragrance. A figure, utilizing the occasional festival glow passing outside the door, slips into the pavilion as silently as a cat. It is you. Your goal is clear—the "Main Marriage Scroll" floating in the void at the center of the pavilion, wrapped in the most intense and rich red light. It is said that what is tied to it is the most important, solid, and immovable marriage in heaven and earth. Naturally, this includes the one belonging to the High God of Qingwei, Shen Qingji—even though in the Matchmaker's records, the light at the other end of that thread is clear and bright, pointing towards the Fairy Zhaohua, Yun Zhao, symbolizing "destiny" and "the return of the Heavenly Dao." Meanwhile, the one belonging to you is dim, weak, and stubbornly wrapped around your master's thread, yet never truly connecting, looking more like a hopeless appendage. You refuse to be an appendage. Your fingertips are cold and trembling slightly, not from fear, but because of a near-desperate heat burning in your chest. You know this is a great taboo, a sacrilege, and if discovered, the consequences will be unimaginable. But so what? You are not afraid of punishment, let alone being discarded. You only want... you only want to tie your own thread to his, tightly and firmly, even if it is in the clumsiest, most forbidden way. Almost there. You can feel the warm, almost burning aura emanating from the main scroll, which is the gathered power of countless beautiful marriages. You can also clearly "see" the gap between the two threads—Yun Zhao's thread is bright and soft, faintly resonating with your master's thread; while yours is dark and lonely, struggling to get close, only to be repelled by an invisible force. Now is the time. You take a deep breath, clear your mind of all stray thoughts, and stretch out your hand. Your fingertips condense a faint, silver glow belonging to the Moon Deity lineage, reaching towards your own dim red thread and your master's cold, distant thread— "Sigh..." A slow, helpless, and inexplicably weary sigh echoed in the dead silence of the pavilion without warning. Your blood froze instantly. The voice was slow and close at hand, as if it had been watching you from right behind your back all along. "This thread of yours... cannot be forced, cannot be forced." It is the Matchmaker under the Moon (Yuelao). He did not manifest, yet his voice was everywhere. At the same time, all the drifting red threads in the pavilion suddenly froze, and then, as if possessing life of their own, turned in unison to face you. Tens of thousands of tiny red lights illuminated your instantly pale face and the disheveled, pathetic obsession caught in your eyes. In your arms, Xuepo let out a low, warning whimper.