She couldn't help but think to herself that in the past, she had been like a clueless passerby.
He merely lingered on the edge of Qin Qianluo's world, never truly delving into it to explore the treasures hidden deep within her soul.
She never expected that in that vast, boundless, profound, and mysterious sea of emotions, Qin Qianluo had already set sail with her intelligence and keen insight.
Sailing alone to a remote yet uniquely charming sea, he developed a distinctive and profound system of emotional insights.
Like a mysterious garden hidden in the mist, it has now finally revealed a fragrant corner of itself unexpectedly.
When Qianluo's words, as gentle yet firm as flowing water, drifted into her ears, word by word...
Like a series of precise and powerful arrows, carrying a sharpness capable of piercing through everything.
Without hesitation, it struck the softest, most secret corner of her heart, a corner that had always been carefully concealed by layers of veils.
In that split second, it was as if a seed emitting a mysterious glow was gently placed on the soil of her heart by an invisible yet magical hand.
This seed is so tiny, so tiny that it can almost be ignored.
Yet it seems to contain the vitality and energy of the entire universe, radiating an undeniable vigorous aura.
It lay dormant in the dark yet warm soil, like a patient sage, silently and unhurriedly absorbing all the nutrients it could from its surroundings.
Whether it's the sweet or bitter memories of the past, or the small, trivial yet real moments in life today, they all become the foundation for its robust growth.
It waits, waiting for that perfect moment carefully arranged by the god of fate.
Perhaps it is a gentle and precious spring rain, carrying the blessings of the sky and the expectations of the earth.
It gently falls upon this land, bringing it the nourishment of life.
Perhaps it was a ray of sunlight, as bright and warm as a golden thread, piercing through layers of clouds.
It generously showers down its brilliance, giving it the energy and hope it needs to thrive.
When that moment finally arrives, the tiny seed will awaken like Sleeping Beauty, eager to rouse itself from its long slumber.
With unwavering determination and unstoppable momentum, it struggles to break free from the seemingly solid but actually fragile constraints of the soil, carefully peeking out tender green and vibrant new shoots.
It sways gently in the breeze, and under the nourishment of sunshine and rain, it gradually stretches its body and climbs upwards segment by segment.
Its branches will become thick and strong, able to withstand the onslaught of storms, and its leaves will become lush and green, providing a place for passing birds to roost.
Its roots will penetrate deep into the earth, becoming one with this land and drawing endless strength.
Until one day, it grew into a towering tree that could block out the sun, standing tall in the center of her emotional world.
With its broad and sturdy canopy, it provides her with a brand new sky, allowing her to enjoy her love under its shade.
Su Jinyun was completely unaware of the subtle ripples stirring deep within her heart.
Having obtained the answer she wanted, and seeing that no further thoughts were being heard, she focused all her attention on the book in her hands.
Although the text in the book was simplified, it was not difficult for her, with her exceptional intelligence, to understand its essence.
As she read on, the historical scenes recorded in the book slowly unfolded before her eyes, stories that were sometimes stirring, sometimes tragic, sometimes inspiring, and sometimes profound.
Like heavy hammer blows, they struck her heart, causing a strong sense of shock to well up deep within her.
She discovered the root of Qianluo's deep-seated hatred for the Japanese between the lines.
That was a past intertwined with blood and tears, a dark period in which national dignity was trampled upon and the lives of ordinary people were slaughtered like ants.
Su Jinyun couldn't help but put herself in the shoes of the characters. If she had personally experienced such a horrific scene, she knew that the hatred in her heart would be overwhelming, perhaps even more intense.
At the same time, she also began to deeply understand why Qianluo had such a deep, ardent and pure love for the country and its people.
It is an innate attachment, a firm belief in rebuilding our homeland and protecting our compatriots after understanding the devastation of our country.
The confidence that Qianluo exudes can also be traced back to the source of these records, which stems from the rich historical and cultural heritage of a great nation.
It is the fearless courage and perseverance passed down from our ancestors who overcame all obstacles and expanded the territory.
Su Jinyun's thoughts drifted away, and she felt an infinite longing and yearning for the dynasty that she had never personally experienced but which was vividly presented in the book.
Guided by these words, she seemed to touch the profound meaning and grand vision contained in the word "unity" that Qianluo repeatedly mentioned in her heart.
This precious book, lying quietly in her hands, yet bearing witness to the development of the Chinese nation, shone with a unique light in her eyes.
A thought arose in her mind: such a treasure should be presented to the current emperor for his perusal.
With this in mind, Su Jinyun asked Qianluo for her opinion.
Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo did not speak to stop it. After all, Su Jie already knew most of her secrets.
These are just a few books recording the history of the past. Even if they are taken away from here, they probably won't cause any uncontrollable consequences.
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