After the two closed the car door, a brief silence fell inside the car.
Qin Qianluo placed her hands on the steering wheel, her fingers unconsciously tapping lightly, but she did not start the car immediately.
She frowned slightly, a look of inner turmoil appearing on her delicate face, her eyes revealing deep hesitation, as if a fierce struggle was raging within her.
Her lips trembled slightly, and she hesitated several times as if she wanted to say something, as if the words were swirling on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them back forcibly due to various concerns.
Finally, after struggling internally for a long time, she slowly spoke, her voice slightly low and hesitant.
Every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight: "Big brother, second sister, this..."
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but then he abruptly stopped, leaving only a heavy, unspoken atmosphere, like a heavy gloom, quietly spreading throughout the car.
It felt oppressive, almost suffocating, as if foreshadowing the difficult choices and unknown challenges to come.
Qin Qianluo parted her lips slightly, the words she wanted to say but couldn't quite finish swirling on her tongue.
Based on his years of familiarity with his younger sister, Qin Jiyuan keenly sensed the inner turmoil and struggle she was going through.
He gently raised his hand, the movement slow yet carrying an undeniable reassuring power, indicating that Qin Qianluo did not need to rush to speak.
Then, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with a brother's tenderness and understanding for his sister, and slowly began to speak.
The sound was like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, gentle and soothing, echoing softly in the quiet carriage.
Every word seemed to carry the brother's endless care: "Little sister doesn't need to explain to her brother."
Others may not understand your feelings, but you have grown up with me since childhood, how could I not understand?
You have always been kind-hearted and loyal; you would never do anything to harm us.
In this world, people's hearts are unpredictable. Some secrets are best kept hidden in the deepest part of your heart.
Going forward, be more cautious and prudent, and never easily cut off your own escape route. Prioritize your own safety above all else.
Qin Qianyu sat in the passenger seat, listening quietly to Qin Jiyuan's words. Every word was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples of resonance.
At this moment, she nodded in deep agreement, her movements gentle yet firm.
She turned slightly to the side, and a bright smile, as radiant as spring blossoms, bloomed on her face.
His eyes were full of doting love and affection for his younger sister, as if he could pour all the tenderness in the world into them.
She slowly raised her hand, her movements as gentle as a breeze caressing a delicate flower, and with boundless affection, she gently stroked Qin Qianluo's head.
The touch seemed to transform a thousand words into a warm current, reaching the depths of Qin Qianluo's heart: "What elder brother says is absolutely right."
There's no need to rush to reveal your true feelings. Who in this world can completely lay bare their innermost thoughts?
The stars hidden in your eyes, the moonlight held in your fingertips—even if never spoken, we can understand your sincere heart.
Blood ties are precious, but we'd rather you be the free wind in the mountains, the untamed cloud in the sky, first fulfilling your vibrant self, then becoming the little sister we cherish in the palm of our hands.
Qin Qianluo slowly turned her body slightly to the side, the movement so gentle as if she were afraid of disturbing the solemn yet warm atmosphere inside the car.
Her gaze, like a clear and affectionate babbling brook, first filled with endless longing and heartache, gently fell upon her second sister.
My second sister's beautiful face always radiated a gentle smile.
At this moment, her face was slightly pale from the overwhelming heartache she was trying to suppress, and her tightly bitten lower lip betrayed the torment she was going through.
Even so, the second sister still tried her best to put on a gentle expression.
That gentle smile was like a flower quietly blooming in spring. Although it trembled slightly in the wind, it still stubbornly tried to dispel the anxiety and unease in Qin Qianluo's heart, which was like a gloomy cloud.
Beneath this gentleness lies the deep tenderness and meticulous concern that the second sister has for her younger sister, like a gentle stream.
Behind every smile lies an unspeakable bitterness and longing, the deep affection between blood relatives that cannot be expressed in words.
Then, as if drawn by an invisible force, Qin Qianluo's gaze slowly shifted toward her elder brother.
The eldest brother's face was deathly pale, his ashen complexion resembling the last snowflakes about to melt in winter.
He exuded a deep-seated weakness and exhaustion, as if the worries and toil of the past few days had completely drained his energy.
However, his eyes were incredibly firm, shining like an ever-burning star in the deep night sky.
His earnest expression seemed to be declaring to the world his unwavering determination to protect his family.
The unwavering determination and persistence in his eyes were like an inextinguishable lighthouse in the darkness.
Even in difficult circumstances, she can radiate a reassuring light to her family, giving them the strength to move forward.
Witnessing her eldest brother and second sister's heartbreaking and touching appearance, Qin Qianlu felt as if a warm and scalding spring was flowing in her heart.
A bittersweet feeling, intertwined with emotion, clung tightly to her heart.
Her lips unconsciously curved slightly upward, though the smile carried a hint of weariness.
Yet it was full of warmth and determination, like a candle suddenly lit in endless darkness, instantly illuminating the slightly dull space inside the car.
(The cicadas' chirping in the height of summer heralds the final chapter of youth.)
The ink stains that blurred during late-night reading, the formulas repeatedly deduced on draft paper, and the moonlight outside the window during late-night recitation have long since transformed into glittering stars that fall from the tip of the pen.
Every stroke of the students' pens is a sharp edge honed through countless trials; every thought they have embodied the power to break free from their cocoons.
May all students wield this sword of conviction, armor of composure, and write with calm and collected confidence in the examination hall.
Don't be afraid of unknown questions; the mountains of books and seas of questions you've traversed have already given you the confidence to break through.
Let every question become wings that allow us to cross mountains and seas, filling this final chapter of youth with confident footnotes.
As you close the pen, may you carry the pride and composure of a knight-errant sheathing his sword, and with unwavering courage and passion, head towards the next flourishing future.
Please believe that the perseverance and passion you have shown along the way will eventually transform into a sky full of starlight, illuminating the path for all students to achieve their ideals.
Students, boldly move forward! Your glorious future lies ahead!
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