It was as if just seeing a hint of determination in her eyes could slightly alleviate my worries.

Her parents' eyes were filled with heartache and anxiety, their gazes like burning flames, wishing they could burn away all the dangers their daughter faced.

Lin Ruoqing's eyes reddened, tears welled up, but she held them back, her eyes filled with heartache and reluctance for her daughter.

Qin Shouzhen's lips were pressed tightly together, and the lines of his face appeared particularly resolute due to his worry.

His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, as if he were ready to pave the way for his daughter and fight to the death against all difficulties.

The older siblings also looked tense, their eyes revealing deep concern for their younger sister.

The elder brother's eyes were filled with determination and resolve, as if conveying a sense of strength to his younger sister, telling her that no matter what she encountered, he would stand behind her.

The older sister frowned slightly, her eyes filled with tenderness. Her gaze was gentle and concerned, as if she wanted to comfort and encourage her younger sister with her eyes.

Qian Chao and the others also stood quietly to the side with serious expressions.

Their eyes revealed their loyalty and support for Qin Qianluo, and their posture was as upright as a pine tree, as if they were a solid bulwark protecting Qin Qianluo.

They knew of the predicament Qin Qianluo was facing, and although they were worried, they were also prepared to go through fire and water for her at any time.

Looking at the familiar and concerned faces before her, Qin Qianluo felt a mix of emotions, as if a bottle of mixed flavors had been overturned, with all sorts of tastes surging into her heart.

She tried hard to force a smile, to give everyone a reassuring one, to tell them she was alright and that they shouldn't worry about her.

However, at this moment her heart was already filled with worry, fear and pain, and the movement of her lips felt like a heavy burden.

No matter how much she struggled or tried, she couldn't manage even a slight smile.

Her lips trembled slightly, but she could only manage an expression that was worse than crying, an expression that revealed endless helplessness and pain.

Seeing her daughter in such pain and helplessness, Lin Ruoqing felt as if a thousand needles were piercing her heart at the same time, each needle causing excruciating pain.

She could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her cheeks.

She stepped forward quickly, her movements gentle yet urgent, like a mother bird protecting her chicks, and gently embraced Qin Qianluo.

It was as if he wanted to take all her pain into his own arms and bear it himself.

She reached out and gently stroked Qin Qianluo's head, the movement as soft as a breeze brushing against flower petals, as delicate as spring rain nourishing the earth.

Her voice was as gentle as the warmest spring breeze, filled with endless tenderness and affection, as if she wanted to pour all the gentleness in the world into this one sentence.

She said, "Luo'er, if you don't want to laugh, then don't. Mother is here, don't be afraid."

The sound echoed slowly in the quiet room, like a warm and affectionate melody, trying to soothe Qin Qianluo's broken heart and give her strength and courage.

This simple sentence, brimming with endless tenderness and affection, is like the gentlest breeze in spring, softly and delicately brushing against Qin Qianluo's wounded heart.

It was like a perfectly precise and gentle key that, unexpectedly, instantly unlocked the floodgates of tears in her heart, which had been tightly closed due to long-term suppression.

In an instant, her eyes suddenly reddened, and crystal-clear tears quickly gathered and swirled in her eyes.

Like a flood about to burst its banks, the grief in my heart, as surging as a mighty river, could no longer be contained.

Like a wounded fawn desperately seeking shelter, she instinctively used all her strength to tightly hug her mother's waist.

It was as if that was the only warm harbor she could rely on in this complicated, dangerous, and suffering world.

It was the only solid support that could give her a moment of peace and comfort, and a safe haven when she was adrift in the storm.

Immediately afterwards, tears streamed down her pale, tear-streaked face like broken beads.

Hot tears soaked her mother's clothes, as if expressing the unspeakable, unforgettable pain and grievances deep in her heart.

Each tear carried the weight of the heavy suffering she had endured during that time.

When Qin Shouzhen witnessed this scene, his heart was instantly overwhelmed by a surge of heartache and deep helplessness.

His usually resolute eyes were now filled with endless pity and affection.

His steps were as heavy as lead as he slowly approached the mother and daughter, each step seemingly carrying the weight of his deep empathy for his daughter's pain.

Then, he opened his broad and warm arms and gently but firmly embraced them.

His fortress-like embrace seemed to shield them from all the storms and hardships of the world, offering them the most solid protection.