Matriarch: Heartbeat of the Pear Blossoms Falls Late - Chapter 1
The breeze was blowing as soft rays of sunlight shone on the willow leaves. The greens were fresh and clean, brightly gleaming as they swayed.
Beside the willow tree next to the pavilion, a woman and a man were standing in silence. The atmosphere was somewhat stiff.
There were quite a number of beautiful servants that occasionally glanced at them, giggling and nudging each other after whispering, before then running away.
Somewhere not very far from the man and woman, a small servant was looking at the man, feeling somewhat perturbed and hesitant. It wasn’t hard to discern, as his hand was nervously squeezing a handkerchief.
At this moment, the woman who had been silent since the beginning, only watching the swaying lotus in the pond, turned her head to face him. She looked at him and asked, her tone dull. “Why?”
The woman’s expression was just calm, her eyes burning. Her deep voice was cold and monotonous, seemingly illusory.
“I’m sorry.” The man slightly bowed, his expression unclear. At the side of the pond, there was only his clear voice, which gave off an ethereal feeling.
“When, did you start, liking my second sister?” The woman’s cold eyes were gloomy, her hands habitually rubbing the dark green short flute on her waist.
The man bit his lip, not a word out of his mouth.
“When, did you start, liking my second sister?” The woman repeated her question, her eyes devoid of any warmth.
“Last year’s Qixi Festival, I slipped and almost drowned. It… It was she who saved me. Then I… fell in love with her.” Feeling uncomfortable, the man avoided her burning gaze.
“Hehe, turns out…” The woman faintly laughed in ridicule. It was unknown as to whether she was ridiculing him or herself.
In the end, what had she kept hoping for?
“I’m sorry…” The man looked up, his expression apologetic.
After everything… Even though she had treated him quite well.
“If… I swear to you, that you’re the only one in my entire life…” The woman’s cold and deep phoenix eyes were watching him unwaveringly, telling him today of the vow every man in the world longs for. She only yearned for him.
The man couldn’t believe it. He looked at her with suspicion. “Are you kidding me?”
In this world, how could there be a vow of having just one man in one’s entire life? Vows like this only exist in dramas! 
 Keep in mind that they live in a matriarchal society. It was normal for a woman to have multiple men.
“Oh, you think I’m joking?” Seeing his skeptical face, the woman asked with a somewhat low mocking laugh.
Liu Yunxi, you still don’t trust me, just like in the past. Is it that… you’ve never trusted me in the first place?
“Liu Yunxi, have you… ever trusted me?” The deepest part of her heart couldn’t help the desire to ask.
At that moment, it was quiet.
After quite a while, Liu Yunxi looked at her and asked in a trembling voice: “You, don’t tell me…”
The woman was dazed, her expression complicated.
The air was filled with a strong sense of oppression, almost suffocating.
“If this is the case, then… I wish you happiness.”
The woman turned around and stopped looking at him. Her deep voice and indifferent attitude were like a farewell to Liu Yunxi.
“……” When Liu Yunxi heard this, his body shuddered unconsciously, as if he was afraid and excited.
The woman was quietly waiting, seemingly waiting for a reply for quite a while.
The man behind her was silent for a while. She mockingly laughed again before lightly saying a few words, and unhesitantly left.
The tall and slender figure was getting further and further. Even though it seemed cold and aloof, it was also lonely.
The man slightly raised his head, only to find that nobody was there. Only the distinct cold voice remained reverberating in his ears.
“Liu Yunxi, ten warm years have passed between you and me. From today onwards, we’ll no longer be acquainted.”
Since this is your choice, then I’ll respect it.
I’ll let go for your happiness…
 Qixi festival: Also called the Double-Seventh Festival, celebrated on the seventh day of the seventh Chinese lunar month. It came from the folktale of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Nowadays, the day is also known as China’s Valentine’s Day.
Extra note: For short notes like note  there, I’ll put them below the paragraph. As for the slightly longer ones, I’ll put at the end of the chapter.
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