His eyes were full of concern and warmth, as if silently telling Ye Yunyao, "Don't be afraid."
His gaze, like the warm winter sun, fell upon Ye Yunyao, bringing her a long-lost warmth and comfort.
Ye Yunyao subconsciously looked up and was met with the gentle and concerned face of Prince Jinrui Zhao.
She was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, as if she hadn't expected that Qin Qianluo would appear in front of her at this moment of distress and despair.
Like a ray of dawn suddenly appearing in the darkness. Immediately, boundless gratitude welled up in her eyes, a gratitude that, like a flood bursting its banks, almost overwhelmed her.
Her lips trembled slightly, like leaves shivering in the cold wind, as she whispered, "Thank you, Your Highness..."
Her voice was as faint as a whisper in the wind, yet it was filled with deep gratitude, as if every word carried a thousand unspoken words from her heart.
With trembling hands, as if grasping at a last straw, she eagerly took the glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.
The spiritual spring water flowed slowly down her throat, like a warm and powerful current that instantly spread throughout Ye Yunyao's body.
The body, which had been stiff as if imprisoned by ice, gradually regained comfort and vitality after drinking the spiritual spring water, just like the melting of snow after a cold winter.
The warm current, like a nimble sprite, meandered through her body, dispelling her nausea and discomfort and soothing her tense nerves.
It was like a gentle healer, softly caressing her wounded heart and healing her physical injuries.
Her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and the pain on her face faded, replaced by a faint blush.
It was as if the vitality of life was gradually returning to her, like a withered flower blooming again under the nourishment of rain and dew.
Ye Yunyao calmed herself down and tried to steady her body so that it would stop trembling.
Then, she stood up respectfully, straightened her slightly disheveled robes, her movements carrying a sense of solemnity and gratitude.
She bowed deeply to Qin Qianluo and said softly, "Thank you, Your Highness."
Although her voice was still somewhat weak, it had gained some strength, as if the cup of spiritual spring water had not only nourished her body but also given her the courage and strength to face everything.
The voice was like a new bud breaking through the soil in spring; though tender, it was full of vitality and hope.
Qin Qianlu smiled slightly, a smile as warm and bright as a flower blooming in spring, as if it could dispel all the gloom in the world.
She waved her hand gently, her eyes full of concern and tenderness, and said, "Minister Ye, there's no need for such formalities. You're not feeling well, so please go back and rest."
The voice was like a gentle spring breeze, softly brushing against Ye Yunyao's heart, giving her a rare sense of warmth and comfort.
It was as if a warm harbor had been built for her in this cold court, giving her a moment of peace and protection.
As night falls, like a vast, heavy black ribbon, it slowly unfurls down from the distant horizon.
It enveloped the entire earth in a gentle yet impenetrable way, as if the world had been instantly swept into a deep and tranquil ocean.
All was silent, except for the gentle breeze, which seemed like a hidden spirit in the darkness, moving with light, graceful steps.
Occasionally, a gentle breeze encounters the leaves, causing them to rustle softly.
The voice was like the night god softly chanting ancient and mysterious songs in the quiet space, telling untold stories.
Su Jinyun knew that Qin Qianluo was going out tonight, so she wanted to make sure that Qin Qianluo could return as soon as possible without any worries.
She deliberately moved gracefully early to the carved bed, and then slowly lay down on it.
She lay on her side, her posture resembling a tranquil crescent moon, exuding a gentle and peaceful aura.
The bright moonlight shone through the exquisitely carved window lattice, like a dreamlike veil, gently and delicately falling on her serene and beautiful face.
The lines are drawn to be as soft and poetic as a painting, making her look like a fairy sleeping in the embrace of the night.
Her eyes were gently closed, her long eyelashes like two tranquil butterfly wings, resting peacefully and quietly on her eyelids, trembling slightly with her even and gentle breathing.
The sound of breathing was like the melodious strains of a piano from afar, flowing faintly through the almost frozen silence of the room.
It was as if a tranquil net was woven in the air, enveloping the entire space in peace.
Qin Qianluo, like a feather drifting gently in a breeze, tiptoed to the bedside.
She bent down slightly, her posture resembling that of a devout believer gazing upon a sacred relic.
Using the thin, faint moonlight filtering through the window, he gazed intently and carefully at Su Jinyun's sleeping face.
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