Not only was it icy cold, but it also exuded a resolute air of keeping people at arm's length, like an incomparably sharp ice blade piercing straight into her heart.
It caused her excruciating pain, as if her heart was being tightly gripped and cruelly kneaded by an invisible and icy giant hand.
However, the passage of time is like a merciless millstone, and that once burning, almost manic, and deeply ingrained obsession has faded away.
Under the repeated crushing and polishing of time, it has gradually lost its initial sharpness and its former edge.
It has become less unforgettable, leaving only a faint trace, appearing and disappearing in the depths of the heart.
She went to great lengths and meticulously planned to invite Qin Qianluo to this place, and from beginning to end, her only thought was to bring her here.
The purpose was to ensure that she could take Su Jinyun away safely and unharmed.
This was a decision she made after countless sleepless nights of contemplation, and it was also a way for her to find a sliver of relief from this complicated past.
But at this moment, when she truly faced the cold and indifferent Qin Qianluo in front of her, she felt as if she had been instantly placed in a snowy wonderland.
Qin Qianluo seemed to be surrounded by an indestructible frost barrier, radiating a chilling aura that kept people at a distance.
That aura made Yu Ying feel an unprecedented sense of oppression and suffocation.
Yu Ying opened her mouth, her lips trembling slightly involuntarily. She tried to speak several times, but it was as if an invisible force was tightly gripping her throat.
A thousand words swirl around my lips, yet I can't utter a single syllable.
Her mind went blank. The words she had prepared were now a jumbled mess, impossible to sort out.
After a long while, Yu Xiang seemed to use all her strength to take a deep breath, trying to forcibly untangle her tangled and chaotic thoughts.
Her chest heaved violently, each breath seemingly carrying a thousand pounds of weight as she slowly inhaled and slowly exhaled.
Every breath is accompanied by inner struggle and torment.
Then, Yu Ying's gaze slowly settled on Qin Qianluo's face, her eyes filled with a hint of hesitation and a hint of determination.
It is also mixed with endless complex emotions, like a deep ocean, containing countless unknown secrets and stories.
As if she had finally made up her mind, she gently opened her lips, and words flowed slowly from her mouth like a babbling brook.
At first, the voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of hesitation and doubt, as if each word had to overcome numerous obstacles before it could be uttered with difficulty.
But as memories surged forth like a tidal wave, those past events, buried deep in the heart and carefully sealed away by the years, came flooding back.
Like a flood bursting its banks, it could no longer be contained and poured out all at once.
Her speech gradually quickened, and her voice became more and more impassioned, as if she wanted to express all the pain, grievances, and struggles she had experienced in the past half of her life.
And all the emotions that had been suppressed in their hearts were poured out without reservation at this moment.
Each word felt like a heavy stone, striking her heart and causing waves of pain.
Qin Qianluo sat there quietly, like a silent and solemn statue, her expression calm and undisturbed.
Her posture was upright and resolute, like an evergreen pine or cypress. Her hands were placed naturally and steadily on her knees, revealing an innate composure and calmness.
Like a detached observer from the world, or perhaps awaiting a predetermined judgment.
She didn't interrupt Yu Ying, but listened quietly, her focused expression as if she wanted to deeply engrave every word and every sentence Yu Ying spoke into her heart.
Her eyes were like a deep, boundless pool, occasionally flashing with a hint of surprise.
That moment of emotion was as if I was deeply moved by some thrilling and unimaginable experience that Yu Ying recounted.
And the heartache hidden deep in the eyes, fleeting like a shooting star and hard to detect, will quietly surface unexpectedly.
It seemed as if it were a touch of pity for Yu Ying's difficult fate, like the faint yet warm starlight in the night sky, shimmering with a touch of tenderness in the darkness.
She never expected that Yu Ying's life would be so full of twists and turns, filled with countless hardships and obstacles, and that her journey would be fraught with difficulties.
Every step was steeped in hardship and bitterness, as if groping forward alone in a dark abyss, without a glimmer of dawn.
Every struggle and perseverance is incredibly heartbreaking and moving.
However, even with this slight ripple of pity in her heart, Qin Qianluo's heart remained as hard as steel, firmly adhering to her bottom line.
Like a towering mountain, it stands firm and unyielding.
Apart from this fleeting pity, other emotions, such as friendship and sympathy, remained utterly absent from her heart.
Her reason was like an impregnable fortress, firmly preventing the overflow of emotions.
This allowed her to remain clear-headed and calm amidst the complex and chaotic situation, and not to be swayed by her emotions.
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