At this moment, Long Nanzhi's spiritual energy flowed endlessly around her like a dream, as if it were a river rushing through a mysterious dimension, shimmering with a strange and enchanting light.
The light was sometimes as deep as the azure sea, and sometimes as dazzling as the stars.
The spiritual energy seemed to solidify, presenting a dreamlike, misty halo, like a soft veil, making her appear even more otherworldly.
Like a fairy gracefully stepping out of an ancient myth, she exudes an irresistible mysterious charm.
She herself seemed to be the most mysterious and fascinating enigma in the world.
Feng Qingyun's gaze did not linger for long before it shifted to the people who came out of the ring space with Yao Guang.
Looking at their familiar and kind faces, those faces that had shared countless joys and sorrows with her, and faced countless hardships and obstacles side by side.
A gentle warmth unconsciously flashed in Feng Qingyun's eyes, a warmth like the warmest ray of sunshine in winter, capable of dispelling the bitter cold.
It was gently sprinkled on her heart, instantly dispelling the slight discomfort and tension she had felt from being watched by others.
She felt as if she had returned to those warm times she had spent with them, and a strange sense of peace welled up in her heart.
After a thorough and meticulous examination, Feng Qingyun once again focused her gaze on Qin Qianluo.
Her eyes were full of trust and reliance, as if Qin Qianluo was her only solid support in this complicated and unknown world.
It is a warm harbor where she can rest in peace at any time.
She parted her lips slightly, her pink lips like petals just beginning to bloom in spring, and spoke softly yet firmly.
"Luo Bao, let's go inside and talk. Long Nanzhi, you come too."
Feng Qingyun turned slightly, her gaze sweeping over the people around her before finally settling on Long Nanzhi with an undeniable earnestness and gentleness.
Her eyes seemed to hold a thousand words, conveying an invisible power even though she didn't speak them.
Seeing the disbelief on Long Nanzhi's face, she said again gently but firmly, "Long Nanzhi, come along too."
Long Nanzhi's heart was like a calm lake tossed with a pebble, rippling with layers of doubt.
Feng Qingyun's sudden invitation was so abrupt that she was completely baffled and couldn't fathom the reasons or deeper meanings behind it.
However, it was the trust contained in Feng Qingyun's sincere gaze that was unknown.
It was an inexplicable intuition, as if some invisible and mysterious force was guiding her.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting Feng Qingyun's. After a moment of silence, she nodded gently, her delicate neck curving slightly, like an elegant flower swaying gently in bloom.
Although she didn't speak, her slight nod conveyed her attitude.
Then, she walked with light and graceful steps, each step seemingly rhythmic, like a flower swaying in the wind.
She followed Feng Qingyun and Qin Qianluo with graceful movements, heading towards Su Jinyun's room.
Although her heart was still full of doubts, her steps were firm and composed, as if she were walking towards an unknown yet attractive mystery.
At this moment, in that warm and elegantly decorated room, soft light shines through the thin curtains, dreamily illuminating every corner.
Su Jinyun had slowly woken up. Her eyes, which had been tightly closed, opened slowly, like two sleeping flower petals.
Those eyes were like a clear autumn lake, shimmering with a soft and gentle luster, just like the gentlest warm sunshine in spring reflecting on a calm lake.
The moment her gaze fell upon Qin Qianluo leading two girls into the room.
My heart, which had been taut like a bowstring, suddenly found a safe harbor and relaxed instantly.
The taut string snapped with a soft "snap," as if all the tension and fear vanished with that gentle sound.
In her clear, autumn-water-like eyes, a crystal-clear tear flashed for a moment, swirling in her eye socket.
Like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the early morning, they refract a variety of colors.
These tears were like the joyful weeping of rain after a long drought, and also like the overwhelming emotions of surviving a calamity.
The complex emotions contained within are like a tangled ball of threads, numerous and intricate, difficult to express in words.
It was a mixture of grief for the hardships of those days, joy for the reunion, and trepidation about the unknown future, all of which turned into these tears that welled up in her eyes.
Qin Qianluo's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, instantly caught sight of Su Jinyun, who had already woken up.
In that instant, a sense of panic flashed through her mind, a panic as brief yet intense as the first gust of wind before a storm.
But soon, this panic was replaced by a deep concern for Su Jinyun, like a surging wave that overwhelmed everything.
She temporarily set aside the series of strange events surrounding Feng Qingyun, as if she were setting aside a precious but urgent treasure.
Her steps were hurried, as urgent as a sudden gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye she arrived at the bedside.
She stretched out her slender and warm hands, her fingers long and soft, as if carrying endless tenderness and strength.
Her movements were gentle yet urgent, as if she were cherishing a rare treasure, as she held Su Jinyun's hand tightly.
At this moment, her eyes were filled with a complex mix of joy and heartache, the joy like the first ray of sunshine in spring.
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