Like willow leaves gently swaying in the spring breeze, carrying a hint of melancholy.
She tilted her small head, her eyes revealing a deep contemplation, as if she were trying to piece together the chaotic clues in her mind.
Her heart was also filled with doubts, as if she were trapped in a fog, unable to find her way.
She still couldn't understand how her innermost thoughts, something so private and secretive, could be discovered by others without any reason.
This is truly a bizarre event that defies common sense and seems absurd, leaving people completely baffled and unsure where to begin to uncover the truth.
So the two of them started whispering to each other, their heads close together, like two stars relying on each other.
Their voices intertwined, like fine threads, attempting to weave a large net that could unravel the mystery.
However, despite racking their brains and exhausting their ideas, they thoroughly discussed and analyzed every possibility they could think of.
Yet it was still like groping forward in a dark and deep maze, bumping into walls everywhere, clueless, and unable to find a glimmer of hope to solve the problem.
In order to find out the reason for the incident, Feng Qingyun even conducted a meticulous, comprehensive and in-depth self-examination.
However, after a thorough inspection, no clues were found, and everything was the same as usual.
It was as if everything was just a dream, which made them feel increasingly confused and lost, and the fog in their hearts grew thicker and thicker.
Just as the two fell into a deep silence, the atmosphere as oppressive as the calm before a storm, making it hard to breathe.
Suddenly, a dazzling flash of inspiration struck Qin Qianluo's mind.
She suddenly remembered the brocade box that Yu Ying had solemnly and carefully handed to her before she died.
Her eyes lit up instantly, as if a flame of hope had ignited in her previously dim eyes.
It was like suddenly seeing a faint but incredibly precious ray of dawn in endless darkness.
She hurriedly and eagerly reached into her sleeve, her movements swift yet cautious, each action seemingly driven by a desire to unravel the mystery.
Her fingers groped inside her sleeve and finally touched the familiar brocade box. She gently grasped the box, felt the texture on its surface, and slowly took it out.
Then, she gently placed the brocade box on the low table in front of her, her movements gentle yet carrying an undeniable solemnity, as if the brocade box carried an extremely important mission.
Qin Qianlu leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on the brocade box as if trying to see through it.
She stretched out her finger and gently tapped the brocade box, a gesture that seemed to awaken a sleeping secret.
Her expression was urgent and focused, her gaze never leaving the brocade box. She spoke at a slightly faster pace, saying, "Yunbao, we have been unable to detect Yuying's actions before."
She's like a mysterious shadow, always appearing and disappearing right under our noses, her whereabouts unpredictable.
She said we've been unable to catch her, and based on my thinking and speculation over this period of time, it's very likely that the stone in the brocade box is the culprit.
However, she herself knew nothing about the origin of the stone, only that it seemed to possess some kind of special power.
"Rainbow Dash, see if you can find out where this stone came from."
The moment Qin Qianluo gently placed that simple brocade box, carrying a sense of solemnity and expectation, on the low table.
Feng Qingyun's gaze was instantly and firmly locked onto the brocade box, as if drawn by a mysterious and irresistible magnetic force.
Her eyes were wide open, filled with an intense curiosity and curiosity, as if she wanted to see through the wood grain of the brocade box to all the secrets hidden within.
What extraordinary treasure is hidden inside the brocade box? Why is it only for the moment one's gaze falls upon it?
A sense of familiarity, both overwhelming and indescribable, welled up in Feng Qingyun's heart.
The feeling was so intense, as if it were in the long and distant river of time.
She and this brocade box had a deep and unforgettable connection, a bond that was tragically buried by time.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's detailed account of the brocade box and the stone inside, Feng Qingyun felt as if an invisible and delicate hand had gently plucked the most sensitive string in her heart.
She unconsciously and slowly extended her small, delicate, pink hand, as delicate as a flower petal.
His movements carried a hint of subconscious impulse, mixed with a deep, seemingly innate curiosity.
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