Lin Ruoqing's gaze was like a thread tightly wrapped around Qin Qianluo, who was kneeling on the ground.
In an instant, tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, and her eyes quickly flushed a striking red, just like the clouds on the horizon dyed by the sunset.
Her heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible yet powerful hand, and a surge of tenderness and reluctance overwhelmed her completely in an instant.
In that instant, memories of the past flooded back, and she seemed to see her daughter as a child, always taking unsteady steps and following closely behind her.
In that childish, sweet voice, she affectionately called out "Mother".
Now, her daughter is about to embark on a new journey in life, but she has to bear the heavy pressure imposed by the world. How could this not make her extremely distressed?
Almost instinctively, she took quick yet exceptionally gentle steps forward, her hands firmly and carefully grasping Qin Qianluo's arm.
The movements were so gentle, as if touching the most fragile treasure in the world, for fear that the slightest force would hurt the daughter even a little.
Then, she gently lifted her daughter up. Immediately afterwards, she pulled her daughter into a tight embrace.
It was as if she wanted to pour all the warmth in her body into her daughter's body and mind without reservation.
She gently patted Qin Qianluo's back again and again, her movements filled with endless tenderness and affection.
The rhythmic patting seemed to whisper, "Don't be afraid, my child. Your mother is here. No matter how big the problem is, I will take care of it for you. I will never let you face it alone."
My thoughts drifted back to the moment I first learned that my daughter liked that woman.
Lin Ruoqing's expression darkened slightly, like moonlight obscured by dark clouds, her heart filled with deep worry.
During those days, worry, like a dark cloud, weighed heavily on her heart, almost threatening to engulf her entirely.
Walking through the streets and alleys, whenever she saw people whispering to each other, her heart would tighten, and she couldn't help but wonder if they were talking about her daughter.
Hearing the soft laughter from the neighbors, she couldn't help but wonder if there were any whispers or pointing fingers directed at her daughter hidden within those laughs.
Every seemingly ordinary glance, every casual whisper, was like a sharp needle, piercing her heart.
She feared her daughter would suffer from the strange looks of the world, struggling to move forward in the mire of gossip and slander under the relentless condemnation of the masses.
She could almost see her daughter walking alone on the bustling street, the sharp, needle-like gazes of passersby mercilessly piercing her.
The daughter could only endure it silently, shedding tears alone when no one was around.
She was even more afraid that her daughter would not be able to find someone who could truly love her, and would have to spend her life alone in the long years to come.
Every night, when all was quiet and the world was still, this worry would surge like a tidal wave, completely overwhelming her and leaving her tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep.
She could almost see her daughter sitting alone by the window, gazing quietly at the night sky, her eyes filled with confusion and loneliness.
The image was like a sharp blade, piercing her heart again and again, causing her to feel waves of pain.
Even though her heart was filled with anxiety, as if she was about to suffocate, she never had the slightest thought of letting Luo'er marry a man she didn't like.
She knew all too well that such a union would be an endless torment for both Luo'er and the man, only pushing them both into an abyss of suffering.
She has seen too many unhappy marriages, those where two people with no feelings for each other are forcibly bound together, their lives filled with endless arguments and helplessness.
She clearly remembered the girl next door who spent her days in tears because she was forced to marry someone she didn't love.
Before she was even thirty, she was already so haggard that she was unrecognizable, and the radiance of her youth had been completely worn away by pain.
She secretly vowed in her heart that she would never let her daughter repeat the same mistake.
Lin Ruoqing only hoped that her child could be happy, even if that happiness was very different from what the world expected.
She even secretly planned to remain unmarried for the rest of her life, thinking that her future husband was the Left Prime Minister of the current dynasty.
With her family's profound heritage, high status, and strong protection, even if Luo'er chooses to live alone, she will surely be able to live a happy and carefree life.
As long as her daughter is happy, she is willing to accept any outcome and will do everything in her power to create a free environment for her daughter.
She was willing to give her all, using all her strength, to withstand the overwhelming pressure from the outside world.
To be my daughter's strongest and most reliable support, so that she can freely pursue her own happiness under this sky.
But later, Luo'er entered the imperial court, and the years passed by quietly, like a gentle stream.
From the moment Qin Qianluo stepped into the imperial court, she was like a dazzling new star.
On the political stage, where power struggles and unpredictable events intertwine, they shone brightly and began to distinguish themselves.
With her extraordinary intelligence and wit, she was like a sharp sword, cutting through the complex and labyrinthine political landscape.
With a resolute and courageous character, as steadfast as a rock, he faced the open and covert struggles of various forces head-on.
With an extremely keen insight into the situation, he is like an eagle overlooking the earth, accurately grasping every slight change.
In a series of thrilling and suspenseful court intrigues, she overcame all obstacles and was invincible.
Faced with the complex political situation, she remained calm and composed, like a deep pool, undisturbed by any ripples.
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