Upon hearing this, Yao Guang's delicate body trembled violently, and her eyes instantly filled with endless disbelief, as if a thunderbolt had exploded in her heart.

She slowly turned her head, every movement seemingly frozen in time, as if she had used all her strength to withstand this sudden impact.

Everything that happened today is like a nightmare of turbulent waves, too complicated and too sudden.

The surging waves, with overwhelming force, swept towards her without warning.

Even though she was usually calm and composed, she was thrown into disarray by the waves of attacks and was almost unable to cope.

The information that had come in so quickly was like a tangled mess of threads, swirling and churning in her mind.

She exerted all her strength, relying on her tenacious will and extraordinary composure, to barely manage to sort out and digest the information.

Each thought she sorted out seemed to have taken half a lifetime of effort.

And at this moment, when that familiar voice, as if engraved deep in the soul, and that affectionate address, full of endless care, warmth, and deep affection, once again clearly entered my ears.

Her eyes instantly reddened, like delicate flower petals kissed by morning dew in spring, instantly tinged with a touching crimson, and filled with crystal-clear tears.

Tears welled up in her eyes, as if they might spill over at any moment, revealing the complex emotions deep within her heart.

She knew in her heart that her master had regained his previous memories, those poetic and picturesque years, and those unforgettable experiences.

Like a tidal wave, memories flooded her mind, each scene as clear as yesterday, leaving her with mixed feelings.

However, upon hearing the following words, Yao Guang felt a sudden pang of bitterness welling up in her heart.

That sour feeling was like accidentally eating an extremely unripe and bitter fruit; the bitter juice spread rapidly through the heart like poison.

It seeped into every inch of her heart, every nerve, making her feel as if countless fine needles were piercing her heart, causing unbearable pain.

This time, surprisingly, she didn't immediately agree.

Her lips trembled slightly uncontrollably, like a fragile petal shivering and teetering in the cold wind, as if it could be swept away by the merciless gale at any moment.

Then, she slowly knelt on one knee, her movements solemn and slow, each movement seemingly carrying a tremendous weight.

It was as if time itself had frozen at that moment in response to her helplessness and struggle.

She bowed, her figure resembling a solitary tree standing stubbornly in the storm, yet filled with helplessness and sorrow, appearing so small yet resilient in the tempest of fate.

Then, her voice trembled uncontrollably and choked with sobs, as if the words were squeezed out from the deepest part of her soul, each word carrying deep pain and helplessness.

He said, "Master, please forgive me for going against your wishes this time."

My disciple is still haunted by the regrets of the past, and I dare not face the possibility of losing you again.

I hope my master can understand and grant me this cowardly wish.

She lowered her head, tears streaming uncontrollably down her cheeks, dripping large drops onto the ground and wetting a small patch of earth.

Qin Qianluo's gaze was like a deep, dark pool, quietly staring at Yao Guang.

That gaze was filled with a thousand tender feelings and ten thousand helpless emotions, as if it carried the vicissitudes of time and the deep affection between master and disciple.

She sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to slowly overflow from the deepest part of her soul, like a mournful note plucked from an ancient zither string.

A sense of heaviness and vicissitude echoed quietly within the somewhat tranquil camp.

She gently raised her hand, her movements slow and gentle, like a willow branch swaying in a spring breeze, subtly gesturing for Yaoguang to step forward.

It's as if this simple action can convey the deep affection between teachers and students in the past.

Yao Guang felt the summons of that gaze and gesture, and slowly straightened up.

Her posture, which was usually as upright as a pine tree, appeared somewhat heavy at this moment due to her inner turmoil.

Her steps were as slow as if they were made of lead, each step seeming to pound on her troubled heart, making a dull sound.

She walked step by step to Qin Qianluo, and then knelt on one knee again, her movements solemn and resolute, like an unyielding mountain, demonstrating her inner determination.

Her eyes were fixed on Qin Qianluo, filled with stubbornness and persistence. Her gaze was like two burning stars, shining with unwavering light.

Su Jinyun sensed the heavy atmosphere, turned her head slightly, and looked at Yaoguang with a gentle yet complicated gaze.

In those eyes, there was both understanding of Yao Guang's persistence, after all, they were both worried about Qin Qianluo, and a sense of shared suffering, knowing that they would soon face the pain of separation.

Then, she gently stood up from Qin Qianluo's embrace, her movements soft and slow, as if every subtle action carried a thousand unspeakable reluctance and longing.

The moment she stood up, it seemed as if she took away some of the warmth from the tent, making the air feel somewhat chilly.

Qin Qianluo turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting Su Jinyun's. At that moment, their eyes conveyed a tacit understanding and deep affection that needed no words.

Their bond, weathered by time, has deepened to the point of being as rich as fine wine. No words are needed; a single glance is enough for them to understand each other's hearts.

Then, she turned her tender and loving gaze back to Yaoguang, a gaze as gentle as the softest spring sunshine falling upon her.

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