She had no intention of reminding the people of Jizi Kingdom; in her mind, everything seemed to be developing according to some predetermined trajectory.
She seemed to be both an observer of this drama and a behind-the-scenes figure in control of the whole situation, with everything within her expectations and grasp.
Her thoughts were like a deep, boundless pool, calm on the surface but turbulent beneath, making them difficult to fathom.
The fleeting ripple quickly disappeared beneath the calm, as if it had never existed.
Time seemed to flow slowly in this silence, each second stretched infinitely, as if time itself had slowed down in this solemn atmosphere.
Each flicker of the candlelight seemed to record the moments in this silence.
As the sounds outside gradually faded away, like the tide receding quietly under the night sky, leaving only a tranquil and empty beach, Yu Ying slowly opened her eyes.
Those eyes, like deep, dark pools, shone with an unfathomable light, as if they held endless secrets and stories.
In those eyes, a cold, resolute glint would sometimes flash, and at other times a subtle, almost imperceptible tenderness would emerge, like stars twinkling in the night sky, mysterious and captivating.
Beneath the jade mask, a faint and mysterious smile appeared on her beautiful face, like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky.
With a touch of dreaminess and mystery, her smile appeared and disappeared at the corners of her lips. It seemed to contain both insight into the world and helplessness, as well as a hidden expectation.
She parted her lips slightly, her voice as soft as a whisper in the night, carrying a hint of languor and nonchalance, as if nothing in this world could disturb her tranquility at this moment.
However, there was also a hint of complex emotion in the voice, as it murmured to itself, "They really came quickly."
Qin Qianluo, you're really becoming more and more captivating to me. If that person hadn't come back to life, I really would have...
Enough, it's all over now. Qin Qianluo, if there's an afterlife, I hope we can be friends, not like this..."
Her voice carried a hint of regret, a regret as poignant and melancholic as the falling leaves of late autumn.
It also carries a hint of expectation, an expectation like the warm sun in winter, faint yet giving warmth and hope.
The sound echoed quietly within the silent city gate, like a melodious yet slightly sorrowful ancient tune, telling of endless melancholy and helplessness, lingering for a long time.
In a dimly lit corner of the city gate tower, Yu Ying sat quietly, the air around her seemingly frozen in her presence.
Her delicate face was like a finely carved piece of jade, and her eyes blinked gently, trying to quickly conceal the moisture that was quietly welling up inside her.
Her eyes were like a deep, dark pool, the bottom of which seemed to hold endless secrets. In that instant, the shimmering light seemed to reflect a myriad of emotions surging within.
Like the undercurrents surging beneath the surface of the sea before a storm, yet forcibly suppressed in the blink of an eye, restoring the usual calm and depth, as if everything just now was merely an illusion.
When she slowly opened her eyes again, she had already transformed back into that cold and aloof jade figure, as if forged from millennia-old ice.
She exudes an aura of coldness that keeps people at arm's length, as if all warmth in the world is alien to her. She is both an observer and a participant in this icy world.
She lowered her eyes slightly, and her long, ink-black hair slid down gently, obscuring one side of her face like a black curtain, adding to her mysterious aura.
His gaze fell indifferently on Ying Yi and the others lying on the ground. His eyes were as cold and piercing as the winter wind, devoid of any warmth.
She regarded the people on the ground as nothing more than worthless ants, unable to evoke the slightest pity from her.
A cold smile slowly curled at the corner of his lips, a smile as fleeting as a shooting star across the night sky, yet filled with disdain and mockery.
That sneer was like an invisible blade, piercing straight at the crowd on the ground.
It was as if she was ruthlessly pronouncing their incompetence and stupidity, and every curve of her tongue revealed the contempt deep in her heart.
She had not never secretly considered the possibility of saving Lin Jincheng's family's lives.
They even secretly plotted for this, carefully manipulating the situation like a cautious chess player.
In this intricate game of chess, every move was carefully considered, an attempt to find a way out for them.
She meticulously planned, like weaving a fine net, attempting to keep all dangers out and protect Lin Jincheng and his family.
However, the trajectory of fate always deviates abruptly from its predetermined path without warning, hurtling towards an irreversible abyss, like a wild horse that has broken free of its reins and is out of control.
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