She is at an age full of curiosity and longing for the world, and should be learning to speak, calling out her first "Daddy" and "Mother" in her tender and innocent voice.
With its innocent yet bright eyes, the app curiously observes everything around it, exploring this colorful and wondrous world.
They should have grown up carefree under the care and love of their families, experiencing all the beauty and warmth of the world.
However, what appeared before Qin Qianluo at this moment was a small body covered in wounds and bruises.
Her once rosy skin was now covered with shocking bruises, and her small body was cold, stiff, and lifeless.
Her life was so fragile and innocent, like a flower that was cruelly broken by a gale before it could fully bloom, forever frozen in that cruel year.
She has not yet truly embarked on the journey to appreciate the beauty of the world, nor has she felt the warmth of the sun or the caress of the breeze.
They were cruelly deprived of their right to live by the merciless clutches of the Kingdom of Jizi, and left this world forever.
Qin Qianluo's heart felt as if it were being gripped and twisted tightly by an invisible yet powerful hand.
The pain surged like a raging tide, relentlessly crashing wave after wave, almost completely engulfing her.
Each wave of pain struck her like a hammer blow to her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
She slowly and gently, as if handling the most precious and fragile treasure in the world, took her cousin's small body into her spatial storage.
Her movements were extremely gentle, as if time itself had stood still, as if she were afraid that even the slightest roughness would disturb the child's peaceful sleep in another world.
Every movement was filled with her endless tenderness, reluctance to part with the child, and deep self-blame for not being able to protect this innocent little life sooner.
Suppressing the excruciating pain in her heart, as if it were being burned by raging fire and torn apart by sharp blades, Qin Qianluo took a deep breath.
The breath seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, slowly circulating in the chest cavity.
She tried to suppress her nearly out-of-control, surging emotions with her strong will and continue what she was doing.
She and Yaoguang worked together seamlessly, their movements swift and methodical, their eyes meeting in a glance, revealing their mutual understanding.
However, the number of remains is so large that each one carries a vivid life, and each one once had its own dreams, hopes and emotions.
Each set of remains seemed to be silently telling the story of the suffering and injustice they had endured, which made Qin Qianluo and Yaoguang feel even more grief-stricken as they cleaned up the remains.
Time passed silently in this somber and tense atmosphere.
Every second seemed to be stretched out, becoming incredibly long; every minute felt like an eternity.
For the duration of half an incense stick's time, they busied themselves on the city wall, as if they were in a silent world shrouded in grief.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze, filled with a heavy and oppressive atmosphere.
Finally, they carefully collected all the remains of Lin Jincheng's family, and each person was placed into the space in the most solemn and respectful manner.
At this moment, the two prepared to leave the city tower.
Below the city, Qianchao and the others, like a group of vigilant cheetahs, kept a close eye on every move on the city wall from beginning to end.
Their eyes were fixed on the two figures on the city wall, and they dared not relax for a moment.
Every subtle movement, every sway of their figure, tugged at their heartstrings.
Seeing the two figures begin to slowly slide down, they immediately understood that the encoffining was complete.
However, instead of relaxing, everyone's nerves tightened even more, like a bowstring about to snap.
Every step of the evacuation that followed was like walking on a road full of thorns and traps, fraught with danger.
The slightest misstep could lead to failure, rendering all previous efforts futile. Not only would they fail to complete their mission, but they might also fall into an abyss of no return.
The air around us seemed to freeze instantly, becoming heavy and oppressive, and everyone unconsciously held their breath.
Every nerve in my body was stretched to the limit, as if I was about to face a life-or-death battle.
Their eyes revealed determination and vigilance, and their bodies leaned slightly forward, ready to deal with any possible emergencies.
He gripped his weapon tightly, as if he would pounce on the enemy like a tiger at the slightest disturbance.
In that secluded and slightly dim corner of the city gate tower, the flickering candlelight emitted a weak and unstable glow.
Light and shadow danced wildly on the rough walls like ghosts, creating a dreamlike yet slightly eerie atmosphere.
Yu Ying sat quietly with her eyes gently closed, her posture elegant, like a beautiful porcelain statue.
She exuded a mysterious and aloof aura, as if she did not belong to this noisy and chaotic world, but came from some distant and ethereal fairyland.
Her breathing was even and gentle, like a breeze gently ripples across a calm lake.
I was completely immersed in a serene and profound tranquility, as if I had become one with the city tower and the night.
Despite the extremely faint sound coming from the outside, as subtle as a spider's silk falling or a speck of dust settling on the ground.
Yet it was like a pebble precisely thrown into her calm heart lake, creating a barely perceptible ripple.
At that moment, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a startled butterfly.
However, she only frowned slightly. In that slight frown, it seemed as if a thousand thoughts were fleetingly passing through her mind, before she quickly regained her composure and her expression became calm and undisturbed once again.
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