"Qin Luo, I regret it. I truly regret telling you about the clan's affairs. This is a burden I should have shouldered alone. How can I watch you go out and make your way in the world with a clear conscience?"
As she spoke, her eyes reddened, tears welling up and threatening to spill over.
Qin Luo gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and whispered:
“Fool, your affairs are my affairs. It was destined from the moment we openly told each other. I am willing to share everything with you. This is not a burden, but a choice I make willingly. How can I stand idly by when your people are in crisis?”
Upon hearing this, Dan Bingli's tears fell like pearls from a broken string, unable to be held back any longer.
Qin Luo quickly raised his hand to wipe away her tears. Just then, the delicate fragrance of winter plum blossoms enveloped him.
At the same time, a faint salty taste quietly mixed in, the smell of her uncontrollable tears.
This sudden turn of events left Qin Luo's hand frozen in mid-air. Helpless, he could only casually place it on her slender waist.
At this moment, Dan Bingli was overwhelmed with emotion. Her hands, as smooth as ice and jade, slowly moved upwards, clinging to Qin Luo's neck, and unconsciously tightening their grip, as if trying to convey her deepest affection to him...
After a long while, the two slowly separated. A misty haze still lingered in Dan Bingli's eyes as she murmured:
"You must come back safely, otherwise I will never forgive myself."
After saying that, Dan Bingli gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her arm, forced a smile, and said in a pretentious manner:
"It must be late at night now, and Sister Murong must be waiting anxiously. You should go and comfort her. Otherwise, who knows what kind of unreasonable behavior she will cause tomorrow, and how much trouble she will get into."
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