Qin Qianluo was acutely aware of the deep gratitude she felt for Feng Qingyun.
If Feng Qingyun, this crucial figure, were missing from my life's trajectory, I wouldn't be the happy and peaceful person I am today.
When she first arrived in this place, everything was unknown and confusing. However, a wonderful twist of fate gave her the good fortune to have parents who were as loving as the warm sun and as kind as unpolished jade.
Her parents' care, like a gentle spring breeze, nourished her heart; her siblings' companionship, like a warm fire in winter, gave her warmth and comfort.
This dreamlike and beautiful picture of life was slowly unfolded for her by Feng Qingyun.
Feng Qingyun was like an emissary sent by the goddess of fate, using a magical wand to open the door to a life full of love and warmth for her, leading her into this cozy harbor.
Qin Qianluo was inherently kind and content, not a greedy or insatiable person.
She never harbored any extravagant hopes or demanded that Feng Qingyun possess extraordinary abilities beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
For her, the life she has now is like a fairyland in a myth, so beautiful that it is intoxicating.
Every heartwarming moment spent with her family, every precious moment spent with Feng Qingyun, made her feel like the luckiest darling in this vast world.
This good fortune, like a glittering gem, is inlaid on the brocade of her life, and Feng Qingyun is the golden thread that strings this gem together, crucial and indispensable.
Feng Qingyun listened quietly to Qin Qianluo's heartfelt words. Every word struck her heartstrings like a heavy hammer, stirring up ripples of emotion.
She slowly raised her eyes, and those once clear and bright eyes were now like a pool of autumn water, brimming with crystal-clear tears of emotion.
Tears welled up in her eyes, as if they might roll down like pearls from a broken string at any moment.
She gently stretched out her small, soft arms, which, like newly sprouted vines, wrapped tightly around Qin Qianluo's neck with endless longing and dependence.
She nuzzled her face affectionately against Qin Qianluo's neck, their delicate skin touching, conveying boundless intimacy and trust.
The movement resembled that of a gentle, adorable little animal seeking comfort.
His voice became slightly muffled with emotion, yet it was incredibly sincere and moving.
It was as if a clear spring was flowing from the depths of her soul: "Luo Bao, in my heart, you have always been a unique and irreplaceable dearest relative in this world."
A gentle and warm smile quietly appeared in Qin Qianluo's eyes, a smile as gentle and bright as the morning sun piercing through the thin mist.
Gradually, the scent spread to the corners of her lips, causing them to unconsciously curve slightly upwards, like a flower just beginning to bloom on a spring branch, exuding a captivating fragrance.
She slowly raised her hand, her movements as gentle as a March breeze caressing delicate flower petals, her fingertips carrying endless tenderness as she gently touched Feng Qingyun's head.
This adorable little fool has a heart as pure as a crystal-clear lake, without any impurities.
She was always so simple and genuine; a few words full of concern and love could easily dispel the gloom in her heart and make her smile through her tears.
Like sunlight piercing through the clouds, revealing a radiant smile.
However, she is also like a sensitive and delicate little hedgehog, always full of worry about the slightest disturbance in the outside world.
She often falls into unwarranted worries and speculations, and her cautious demeanor makes one feel endless pity for her.
Seeing that Feng Qingyun's mood had improved significantly, as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining, her previously furrowed brows had relaxed.
No longer as worried as before, like a flower blooming anew, Qin Qianluo felt a surge of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from her shoulders.
She carefully placed Feng Qingyun on the soft couch that was as soft as the clouds in the sky, every movement was extremely gentle.
It was as if Feng Qingyun were a priceless, incredibly fragile, rare treasure, and they were afraid that they might disturb her at the slightest mistake.
Then, he slowly sat down next to Feng Qingyun, his movements gentle and steady, as if time itself had slowed down at that moment.
Qin Qianluo slightly composed herself, her smiling face gradually becoming serious and earnest.
She gently cast a gaze full of concern and expectation at Feng Qingyun, her eyes seemingly holding countless mysteries waiting to be solved.
She parted her lips slightly, her voice soft yet tinged with urgency, and asked softly, "Yunbao, what exactly happened that someone overheard your thoughts for no reason?"
Before this, I had never heard of such a bizarre thing; it was simply unheard of and utterly inconceivable.
Have you noticed any unusual clues, or had any related thoughts flash through your mind?
After much thought and deliberation, I still felt that Yu Ying wouldn't deliberately deceive us on such an important and crucial matter.
You might recall all those bizarre and inexplicable events that happened before.
Whether it's those unexpected situations or the seemingly inexplicable reactions of the crowd.
However, if we connect all of this with the astonishing fact that everyone can hear my thoughts.
It was as if, in an instant, a puzzle piece had found its correct place; everything became logical, and all the doubts seemed to find a seemingly reasonable explanation.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's words, Feng Qingyun's originally lively and bright eyebrows furrowed slightly.
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