This small brocade box is like a fine work of art, embodying the craftsman's ingenuity and dedication.
The box is engraved with delicate and intricate patterns, with graceful and flowing lines, like a lively stream flowing through the mountains.
The patterns resemble blooming flowers, vibrant and beautiful, each petal seemingly imbued with the breath of life.
Or like a soaring bird, so lifelike, as if about to break free from the constraints of this brocade box and soar into the sky.
Under the light, these patterns subtly shimmer with an indescribable luster.
It's as if they are not just simple carvings, but rather carry some kind of mysterious power and meaning.
Su Jinyun's eyes were filled with eagerness and anticipation, like a traveler who had wandered through a long night and finally caught a glimpse of dawn, her eyes full of longing for hope.
She handed the brocade box to Qin Qianluo, her tone impatient and her voice slightly raised.
She hurriedly said, "Qianluo, Yuying handed this brocade box to me in a hurry, but I don't know what's inside. Qianluo, take a look."
Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo slowly stretched out her hand, which was as white as jade with long and slender fingers.
She took the brocade box from Su Jinyun's hand, and the moment her fingertips touched the box, a cool sensation spread from her fingertips like a stream.
The coolness wasn't biting; instead, it had a warm, smooth feel, as if the brocade box wasn't a cold object, but a treasure with a soul and warmth.
She frowned slightly, carefully examining the brocade box in her hand. Her gaze wandered among the patterns on the box, and a few doubts arose in her heart.
Recalling the series of bizarre, dreamlike events that had just occurred, numerous mysteries shrouded her thoughts like layers of fog.
From the strange changes in Feng Qingyun to the perplexing actions of Yu Ying, every step is filled with unknowns and variables.
At this moment, the sudden appearance of this mysterious brocade box made her dare not be careless in the slightest, and a strong sense of vigilance arose involuntarily in her heart.
She knew that in this situation full of unknowns and variables, rashly opening the brocade box might bring unexpected dangers.
No one can predict what secrets are hidden in this brocade box, whether it brings good fortune, misfortune, or another trap that leads to a desperate situation.
This unknown fear, like an invisible hand, gripped her heart tightly.
Qin Qianlu pondered for a long time, her mind a jumble of thoughts as she weighed the pros and cons.
Ultimately, reason prevailed over curiosity, and she decided to set the brocade box aside for the time being.
She gently placed the brocade box on the table beside her, her movements so delicate as if she were afraid of disturbing the mysterious object inside.
Her gaze still occasionally fell on the brocade box, as if she was constantly watching it to see if there was any unusual activity.
She planned to first sort out the current chaotic situation and figure out the reasons behind the bizarre events that had already occurred before going back to study the brocade box.
After all, in this complex situation, proceeding cautiously step by step is the wise choice.
Seeing that Qin Qianluo did not open the brocade box but simply placed it quietly aside, Su Jinyun immediately understood her concerns.
Everything they had just experienced was strange and mysterious, as if an invisible net had enveloped them.
In such a complex and unpredictable situation, any impulsive action could lead to unforeseen consequences.
Like walking on thin ice, a slight misstep could send you tumbling into the abyss.
Therefore, she didn't say much, but simply nodded slightly, her eyes revealing agreement.
She gently pursed her lips, and in that instant, it seemed as if the air itself froze, and the tacit understanding between them deepened in this silent exchange.
She also knew that remaining calm and cautious was the best way to deal with the current predicament.
Only in this way can they find a glimmer of hope to break the deadlock in this foggy situation.
After carefully placing the brocade box, Qin Qianluo slowly turned her head, her gaze becoming gentle and kind, like the warm sunshine of spring gently falling on Feng Qingyun.
She leaned slightly forward, her posture like a gentle breeze caressing a flower's heart, and softly asked, her voice as gentle as a mountain stream.
Afraid of disturbing the girl in front of him, he asked, "What was Rainbow Dash trying to say to me?"
Feng Qingyun's gaze was like a flower bud quietly blooming in spring, first gently and slightly scrutinizingly landing on Long Nanzhi.
That gaze was like a gentle breeze, lightly brushing past, trying to probe the turmoil in one's heart.
Then, her gaze, like a slowly drifting thread, gradually turned towards Su Jinyun.
A fleeting look of hesitation and deep contemplation, as thick as a late autumn fog, flashed in his eyes.
Deep within her heart, as vast and profound as the stars, she once held a firm belief, as unwavering as a rock.
This matter should only be told to Qin Qianluo without reservation or hesitation.
After all, as the little princess of the dragon clan, Long Nanzhi's status is noble and unique, like the most dazzling star in the night sky, beyond the cognition and understanding of ordinary people.
In Feng Qingyun's understanding, the ancient and mysterious bloodline of the dragon race endowed Long Nanzhi with a unique and extraordinary quality.
This makes her a special being who can barely be regarded as someone who can share this crucial secret of destiny, as if she were an exception arranged by the god of fate.
However, Su Jinyun's situation was shrouded in mystery, leaving Feng Qingyun in a dilemma and deeply conflicted.
Although her love for Qin Qianluo was stronger than gold, like a rock that stands firm despite the trials of life, she was the one Qin Qianluo cherished and loved deeply.
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