A series of unexpected and unbelievable events followed one after another, like a storm.
In comparison, the fact that others could hear her innermost thoughts gradually became less of a thorn in her side and less difficult to let go of.
After all, things have come to this point, and the cruel reality is right in front of her. Does she really have to disregard everything and kill everyone who hears her thoughts?
This is clearly just an unrealistic and absurd idea that cannot be put into practice at all.
Moreover, upon careful consideration, even though everyone had listened to her heartfelt words for so long, they did not harbor any ill will towards her, nor did they do anything detrimental to her.
What's that saying again? "Judging by actions, not intentions, for no one is perfect in the world." She was just indulging in her thoughts occasionally in her inner world, letting her imagination run wild.
From beginning to end, the only person she cared about was Sister Su.
This deep affection, like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminated her entire world.
Now, Sister Su has become his wife, with whom he will spend the rest of his life.
This precious and rare friendship has made her feel incredibly content, as if she has the whole world.
As for the other trivial details, as long as you can face them calmly and not feel embarrassed, then it is naturally others who will feel embarrassed.
Qin Qianluo comforted herself in this way, and through countless repetitions of reflection and self-consolation, the worries in her heart gradually dissipated like wisps of smoke.
Moreover, Feng Qingyun's astonishing identity was like a bombshell, causing a huge uproar in her heart.
In comparison, the fact that her innermost thoughts could be heard seemed less important, enough for her to let go of the last bit of resentment in her heart.
Su Jinyun was incredibly intelligent and perceptive. She understood what Qin Qianluo was thinking simply from Qin Qianluo's meaningful gaze and gentle, reassuring smile.
In an instant, a deep sense of guilt surged into her heart like a tidal wave, almost completely overwhelming her.
Her heart was filled with self-blame and remorse, as if she had committed an unforgivable mistake.
Subconsciously, she tightened her grip on the hand that Qin Qianluo had been holding tightly.
It was as if he wanted to express, through this subtle yet deeply affectionate gesture, the profound and boundless regret in his heart and the preciousness he held for this relationship.
He conveyed this to Qin Qianluo without reservation, letting her feel how much he valued and cherished this friendship.
Su Jinyun parted her lips slightly, but before her soft words could even roll off her tongue, Long Nanzhi, like a sudden gust of wind, spoke first, urgently and decisively.
"This matter has absolutely nothing to do with Master!" Long Nanzhi's tone was firm and resolute, as if she were defending some unquestionable truth.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, as if trying to clearly pull that memory from the depths of time, and slowly said, "I have a vivid memory of that time, one that I will never forget."
The moment her master realized what had happened, a sudden surge of anger ignited in her eyes.
Like a swift and fierce firestorm, it swept across her entire eye in an instant, as if it could burn everything in the world to ashes.
The anger was so intense that she was like a volcano accumulating endless energy, about to erupt.
He exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down the spine, as if the surrounding air itself was being distorted and warped by his raging fury.
Long Nanzhi stopped abruptly at this point, a clear hesitation and struggle flashing in her eyes, as if she were standing at a crossroads, unsure of which way to go.
She bit her lower lip, her heart filled with intense struggle. On one hand, she felt awe for her master, and on the other hand, she felt pressure from the gazes of everyone searching for the truth.
A moment later, it seemed as if he had made a do-or-die decision.
Long Nanzhi turned her body slightly to the side, her head seemingly being pulled by an invisible force, involuntarily turning towards Feng Qingyun.
Her gaze cautiously fell on Feng Qingyun, her eyes filled with trepidation and unease, like a frightened fawn groping its way forward in the dark, always in danger.
Immediately afterwards, her throat moved violently up and down, accompanied by a series of tense swallowing movements.
It was as if he was trying to swallow the unspeakable tension in his heart along with his saliva.
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