The moment her gaze met Su Jinyun's fiery eyes, a fleeting look of confusion flashed across her eyes like a shooting star, brief yet incredibly clear.
In Su Jinyun's affectionate eyes, emotions surged like a turbulent tide, just like a deep, boundless, and unfathomable lake.
At first glance, one could feel the intense emotions surging like an undercurrent, causing Qin Qianluo's heart to tremble violently.
Faced with this sudden and overwhelming surge of intense emotions, Qin Qianluo's mind went blank for a moment, and she was caught in a panic, completely at a loss.
However, the surging emotions deep within her heart, like an invisible hand, compelled her to nod unconsciously, as if possessed.
Looking back on the years of getting to know each other, Qin Qianluo has long been accustomed to having Su Jinyun by her side.
Visiting Su Jinyun whenever she has free time has become an indispensable habit in her life, as natural as breathing.
In the warm spring of March, the earth awakens, grass grows and birds fly, everywhere is full of vitality.
The two strolled hand in hand along the winding mountain path, the fresh fragrance of the earth like wisps of fragrant mist wafting towards them—nature's most simple and pure gift.
Birds sang merrily on the branches, their songs rising and falling like a grand concert, adding a beautiful melody to their stroll.
Wildflowers bloom wildly all over the mountains and fields, some red like fire, some pink like the sunset, and some white like snow, vying for beauty.
They were like graceful fairies, flitting among the flowers, carefully picking the most beautiful blossoms.
Then they wove them into colorful wreaths and placed them on each other's heads, as if freezing the whole spring in this moment.
In the sweltering summer heat, the blazing sun relentlessly bakes the earth.
But they sat leisurely in the pavilion by the lotus pond, enjoying a moment of coolness.
A bowl of sweet lotus seed soup was placed on the table. I gently scooped up a spoonful and put it in my mouth.
The delicate fragrance of lotus seeds slowly spreads on the tip of the tongue, and the smooth texture seems to instantly dispel the summer heat.
As they savored the delicious food, they quietly watched the lotus leaves and flowers sway gracefully in the breeze.
The lotus leaves are layered like green umbrellas, while the lotus flowers, like shy maidens, appear and disappear among the leaves.
Fish dart freely in the water, sometimes leaping out of the water and sometimes diving to the bottom, splashing up beautiful ripples.
In the golden autumn season, the autumn breeze is refreshing, and the courtyard is filled with golden fallen leaves, as if a thick golden carpet has been laid out.
They laughed and frolicked among the fallen leaves, as if they had returned to their carefree childhood.
They used fallen leaves to create all sorts of interesting shapes, some resembling adorable little animals, others like magnificent castles.
Laughter and cheerful voices echoed in the courtyard for a long time, as if trying to preserve this beautiful moment forever.
In the depths of winter, snowflakes flutter down, and the whole world is covered in silver, like a fairytale ice and snow kingdom.
The two sat around the warm fire, the orange flames illuminating their faces and casting long shadows.
Sipping fragrant tea while gazing at the bright moon in the night sky, they shared the deepest secrets in each other's hearts.
The warm fire dispelled the winter chill and warmed their hearts as well.
These scenes of their time together flashed through Qin Qianluo's mind like a heartwarming movie.
Every frame is filled with warmth and sweetness, making her extremely attached to it and unable to let it go.
However, Qin Qianluo knew perfectly well that she lived in a feudal and conservative ancient society.
In this era, strict social norms and etiquette acted like an invisible cage, imprisoning people's thoughts and behaviors.
Even in modern times, prejudice against relationships between women is like a towering, insurmountable mountain, and it was even more so in ancient times.
Thinking of those women who were considered "outcasts," Qin Qianluo saw their tragic experiences and kept them in her heart.
If their relationship is accidentally exposed, they will face the scorn and contempt of those around them, and even their families will be shamed and plunged into endless pain.
In teahouses and taverns, people always talk about these kinds of things with great interest, their words full of sarcasm and disdain.
Those harsh words, like sharp blades, pierced the hearts of every listener.
In the back alleys and streets, the strange looks are like thorns in your back, as if countless sharp needles could pierce you and leave you with no place to hide.
Qin Qianluo's thoughts about Su Jinyun were simple and beautiful; she only hoped that the friendship between the two could remain as pure and beautiful as ever.
Like a crystal-clear mountain stream, pure and unadulterated, it flows on and on, never ceasing, asking for nothing more.
What will the future hold? Qin Qianluo dared not think about it too much. Even the slightest touch of this thought would overwhelm her with fear, like a surging tide.
The pressure of public opinion is like a raging storm, threatening to engulf them at any moment, and like countless sharp arrows, ready to mercilessly strike them at any time.
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. The fear in her heart was like a black hole, constantly devouring her courage and hope.
In the end, she could only choose to escape, burying this confusion and unease deep in the depths of her heart, using silence to cover up the turmoil within.
I silently prayed that time could stand still at this moment, and that we would never have to face those unknown storms and hardships.
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