After everyone received their orders, they left in an orderly fashion with firm expressions and powerful strides.
Only then did she have time to turn her gaze to Yao Guang, whose expression had clearly been somewhat strange since earlier.
Qin Qianluo sighed softly, the sigh long and gentle, as if it contained deep heartache and understanding for Yaoguang.
Like a gentle breeze brushing against the strings of a musical instrument, it evokes a faint sense of melancholy.
She moved with light and graceful steps, like a butterfly dancing in spring, without making a sound.
As if afraid of disturbing the solemn atmosphere, she slowly walked to Yao Guang's side.
Then, she reached out her hand, a hand that was fair and warm, like a fireplace in winter, gently pulling at Yao Guang, her fingers conveying endless care and comfort.
Her face wore a gentle and kind smile, a smile as bright and beautiful as a flower blooming in spring.
It seemed to dispel all the gloom in the world; the tone was gentle yet firm, like ripples spreading across a calm lake.
He said slowly, "Don't worry, you know my abilities. It's only an hour. Yu Ying won't be able to hurt me."
Yao Guang stood quietly in front of Qin Qianluo, her gaze seemingly locked by an invisible yet powerful force, fixed on Qin Qianluo.
It was as if everything in the world had quietly disappeared at this moment, and only the person in front of her occupied her entire world.
In that unguarded moment, deep within her eyes, like a calm, deep pool suddenly struck by a boulder, ripples spread without warning.
The ripples spread rapidly, turning into a thin layer of mist that quietly permeated the air.
In a short while, her eyes turned as red as maple leaves after frost in late autumn, looking pitiful yet filled with endless sorrow.
This sudden turn of events left Qin Qianluo feeling as if she were in the eye of a storm, her mind filled with confusion and bewilderment.
In her long-held perception, Yaoguang had always been like a steadfast and towering mountain.
No matter what storms they encounter, they always remain calm and composed, and their image of perseverance and steadiness has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts.
However, at this moment, the unprecedented outpouring of emotion and the almost out-of-control demeanor before her eyes left Qin Qianlu feeling completely helpless.
It felt as if I were lost in a thick fog, unsure of which step to take next.
My heart is filled with a complex mix of doubt, concern, and panic; a thousand thoughts swirling in my mind, yet I can't make sense of them at all.
Seeing Qin Qianluo's flustered expression, Yao Guang felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she had been stabbed by a sharp needle.
She quickly took a deep breath, trying to forcefully suppress the emotions surging within her like a raging tide.
However, his breathing was still trembling slightly, and he was unable to calm down completely.
Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice carried a hint of urgency and anxiety as she hurriedly said, "Disciple understands that Master is deeply worried, like an arrow on a bowstring, taut and difficult to release."
"This disciple would never allow even the slightest recklessness to disrupt Master's plans."
She paused slightly, tears welling up in her eyes like a lake about to burst its banks, and she struggled to hold them back.
His eyes were full of worry and earnestness, as if he wanted to convey his deepest concern and wishes to Qin Qianluo through this affectionate gaze.
Yao Guang gently bit her lip, leaving a faint mark on her pink lips with her pearly teeth.
He continued, "I only hope that when Master is making strategic plans, he will also put his own safety first."
At this point, Yao Guang's voice trembled slightly, unable to contain her sobs.
It was as if an invisible, cold hand had gripped her throat tightly, making her voice hoarse and trembling: "Even the vines and grasses in the mountains show a willingness to protect each other."
"I beg you, Master, not to let the frost-covered blade harm your jade-like body, lest your disciple's heartfelt worries turn into aimless, drifting clouds."
Qin Qianluo's gaze seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, lingering intently on Yao Guang's eyes, which were filled with seriousness and concern.
A thousand emotions seemed to be intertwined in her heart, like fine threads entwining her, yet she didn't know how to express them.
Ultimately, these complex emotions transformed into a warm current that flowed gently through her heart, and she nodded slightly.
The movements were gentle yet firm, like flowers swaying in a breeze, conveying a deep and comforting response to Yao Guang's affection.
As time quietly passed, the night sky, like a vast, thick, and magnificent black silk, slowly unfolded from the distant horizon.
With an irresistible force, it gently yet resolutely enveloped the entire world.
Qin Qianluo took a deep breath, as if an invisible force had been injected into her chest.
Resolutely and steadily marching towards the direction indicated by Yu Ying, his steps were firm and powerful, as if he wanted to break through the many obstacles of the night.
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