Qin Qianluo let out a soft sigh, trying to calm her flustered mind, her fingers unconsciously caressing the exquisite embroidery on the hem of her skirt.
The intricate patterns slowly traced across her fingertips, the delicate touch seemingly telling of her inner turmoil and struggle.
After a long while, she whispered to Feng Qingyun in her heart, "Yunbao, even in a modern society with open and tolerant minds..."
When two women walk hand in hand, they attract a lot of strange looks and are subjected to unwarranted gossip and questioning.
People always view this relationship with prejudice, pointing fingers and judging it as if it were an anomaly, putting immense pressure on the people involved.
Not to mention in ancient times, when etiquette was strict and rules were numerous, every word and action was tightly bound by strict etiquette, and the slightest carelessness would be regarded as a great act of rebellion.
The barrage of spittle was enough to drown a person alive. Once labeled as 'immoral,' one had nowhere to stand, as if falling into a dark abyss.
Sister Su was born into a prestigious family and was pampered and respected from a young age, just like the bright moon high above.
If she suffers the scorn and slander of the world because of me, wouldn't I become a sinner for all time, ruining her life...?
The more Qin Qianluo thought about it, the more distressed she became. Her brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape, as if it were a mark of her inner pain and struggle.
Her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her skirt, her knuckles turning white from the force, like the lingering snow in winter.
Feng Qingyun was originally leaning against a carved chair, which was made of high-quality sandalwood.
It exudes a light and elegant fragrance, as if quietly bringing the tranquility and serenity of the mountains and forests into the room.
She wore a moon-white brocade dress, as if moonlight were pouring down on the world, with lifelike daffodils embroidered on the hem.
Each daffodil is meticulously embroidered with delicate silk threads, shimmering under the gentle caress of the morning light, just like the dewdrops that condense on the petals in the early morning, lively and translucent.
At this moment, her fingers were casually fiddling with the pearl hanging from her waist, which swayed gently with her movements.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's various concerns, she lazily got up, her posture resembling that of a languid kitten that had just woken up.
First, she stretched out a big yawn, her waist swaying slightly like a tender willow in spring, causing her skirt to ripple gently like waves on water.
Immediately afterwards, she gracefully crossed her legs and sat down on the ground, beneath which were intricate geometric patterns carved on the blue bricks.
The contrast with her moon-white skirt created a harmonious and beautiful scene, like a painting.
Feng Qingyun gently cradled her soft palms in her face, which was as pink as a peach blossom, and her fingertips caressed her delicate, smooth skin as if a gentle breeze were caressing flower petals.
Her rosy lips pouted slightly, and her brows furrowed involuntarily. A long, melodious sigh, like a petal quietly falling in spring, drifted gently from her lips.
"Oh, my precious treasure, in this chaotic, complex, and ever-changing world."
Fame and fortune are nothing but fleeting clouds, vanishing in an instant, like a dream or a bubble, without any foundation.
Your happiness and joy are the most important and precious things in this world.
Your smile is more beautiful and captivating than the most vibrant flowers in spring; every curve seems to dispel all the gloom in the world.
It is warmer and brighter than the first ray of sunlight that shines through the clouds at dawn, and can instantly melt away the chill in people's hearts.
How could I bear to watch it be mercilessly obscured by that inky haze?
As she said this, a cold, icy glint flashed in her eyes.
Like a sharp icicle gleaming in the cold night, it exudes a chilling aura, and its entire being radiates an inviolable and terrifying presence.
"If it is because of the sincere feelings between you and Su Jinyun that those gossipy people dare to make things difficult for you."
They fabricate slander behind your back, spreading vile rumors like a venomous tongue, or they brazenly humiliate you to your face, making you suffer unwarranted grievances.
I will not forgive them easily!
Feng Qingyun is not human. If anything happens to Qin Qianluo, Feng Qingyun will definitely slaughter the entire Chengxiao Kingdom to pay for Qin Qianluo's death.
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Qingyun's eyes instantly curved like crescent moons.
A bright smile blossomed on her face, like the warm sunshine of spring, instantly dispelling the dense gloom.
The previously sharp and intimidating aura around him vanished instantly, replaced by endless tenderness and doting.
You two liked each other from the start; what a rare and precious fate that is!
This is like a precious gift bestowed upon you by heaven, so you must not easily let this divinely ordained union go to waste.
As long as you are happy and surrounded by love every day, you don't need to worry about anything else.
Even if it's a huge problem, I'll be there for you!
The silvery moonlight, like a gentle messenger, softly and quietly fell on Qin Qianluo's shoulders through the gaps in the carved window lattice.
It was as if a dreamlike veil had been draped over her, subtly outlining her graceful figure, making her seem like a fairy who had stepped out of a dream.
When Feng Qingyun's firm yet heartwarming words reached her ears, a warm current, like a babbling brook thawing in spring, quietly flowed through her heart.
That warm power, like a gentle breeze, dispelled the gloom that lingered in her heart, allowing her inner peace to return.
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