She couldn't help but sigh softly, the sigh seeming to carry with it her heavy worries and helplessness.
Like a pebble thrown into a still lake, it slowly spreads out in this tranquil space, echoing for a long time and lingering there.
Then, her small body, as if bearing the weight of the entire world, slowly stood up, her movements slow and heavy, as if every joint had been rusted by time.
She put her hands behind her back, trying to use this feigned composure to hide the anxiety in her heart, which was like that of a frightened bird.
She walked with slightly unsteady steps, gradually disappearing into the distance. Her lonely figure, illuminated by the soft yet somewhat cold light, appeared even more solitary and helpless.
Each step she took seemed to leave a deep mark of worry in this space, and also on her own heart, telling of her inner confusion and fear.
Long Nanzhi stood quietly in place, her gaze as gentle and focused as a flowing stream as she looked at Feng Qingyun.
He took in every subtle expression and movement of hers.
Seeing Feng Qingyun's feigned maturity, yet unable to conceal her deep inner worry, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly on her originally calm face.
A gentle and indulgent smile, like the warm spring sun, quietly appeared, and she couldn't help but chuckle softly.
In Long Nanzhi's eyes, Feng Qingyun at this moment was just like a child who was trying hard to shoulder everything, but was being weighed down by the burden of troubles and was stumbling along.
That feigned maturity revealed a kind of innocent charm.
Like a bright star carrying worries that don't belong to this age, it flickers with a faint light of confusion and helplessness in the vast and boundless space.
It makes one feel sorry for them.
However, before she could even lift her foot to chase after him, Long Nanzhi's extremely keen senses, like a precise early warning radar, instantly emitted a strong signal.
She clearly sensed a familiar fluctuation of spiritual energy, a force that resembled a sudden surge of electricity.
The sensation instantly spread throughout her body, causing her to involuntarily tremble slightly.
The appearance of this spiritual power was so sudden and unexpected, yet it carried a unique aura that seemed familiar.
It seemed to come from a long-forgotten corner of a distant memory, yet in that instant, it appeared clearly in her perception like a lightning bolt piercing the darkness.
Long Nanzhi's eyes widened suddenly, her once clear and bright eyes instantly filled with vigilance and surprise.
His eyes were as sharp as a cheetah's when it locks onto its prey, as if he could see through every hidden corner of the space.
She quickly looked around the space, her gaze sharp as two swords, scanning every corner.
She didn't overlook any possible gap that might hide secrets; every inch of space was under the scrutiny of her sharp eyes.
However, what came into view was still that scene that was all too familiar.
The soft light, as always, evenly and quietly spilled into every corner of the space, as if telling of the tranquility and peace of this place.
The texture of the space continues to extend calmly and orderly, like an eternal and unchanging painting.
Nothing unusual was found; everything seemed to be the same as usual.
The familiar spiritual energy that had been so clearly and intensely felt just moments before vanished as quickly as a wisp of smoke in her keen perception.
It vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it were just a fleeting and illusory dream that had never truly existed.
A strong sense of doubt welled up in Long Nanzhi's heart, and her brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep "川" (river) character.
A thoughtful glint appeared in his eyes. Where did this spiritual power come from? And why did it disappear so quickly after appearing for such a short time?
Countless questions swirled and tangled in her mind like a tangled mess, plunging her thoughts into chaos.
But at this moment, she shook her head helplessly, knowing that the most urgent task was not to dwell on the mystery of this spiritual power, but to catch up with Feng Qingyun.
After all, Feng Qingyun's current state is like a small boat tossed about in a storm, desperately needing her company and comfort.
So, Long Nanzhi took a deep breath, calmed her complicated emotions, quickened her pace, and chased after Feng Qingyun in the direction she had left.
In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Feng Qingyun and sat down with her in the pavilion. Neither of them spoke, yet they were remarkably harmonious.
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