It was as if all care and strength were being continuously conveyed to her through that gaze.
Qin Qianluo slowly stretched out her hand, which resembled a light snowflake, drawing a graceful arc in the air before gently landing on Yaoguang's head.
Her movements were as gentle as a breeze caressing delicate flower petals, as if afraid to disturb the tranquil and profound emotions of the moment.
She gently touched Yaoguang's head, and the moment her fingertips touched her hair, memories of the past surged into her mind like a tidal wave.
That touch was familiar and warm, like returning to countless past times.
Back then, Yao Guang was still an innocent child. Whenever she encountered difficulties, she would tightly clutch her sleeve, crying with tears streaming down her face, just like a frightened little bird.
Now, as time has passed, Yao Guang has grown so strong, like a thriving tree, able to support a vast and boundless sky for her fellow disciples.
Like towering mountains, they protected them safely and securely. A feeling of indescribable relief and emotion welled up in Qin Qianluo's heart.
Yao Guang clearly felt the familiar warmth coming from above her head. That warmth was like the warmest fire in winter, instantly piercing through the layers of gloom.
Reach the softest corner of her heart and quietly melt the ice wall she had built up with worry and fear.
Her once stubborn eyes once again uncontrollably flushed red, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Like glistening dewdrops trembling on petals, as if they might roll off at any moment, they express the deepest emotions within.
Those tears were filled with reluctance to part with Qin Qianluo, fear of the unknown, and the deep affection between teacher and student over the years.
Qin Qianluo looked at Yaoguang, her lips curving upwards into a warm and comforting smile, a smile as radiant as the most beautiful flower blooming in spring.
It was full of vitality and hope, as if it could dispel all the gloom in the world.
She said softly, "Yaoguang, you've had a heavy burden on your shoulders all these years. You've worked so hard."
As a teacher, I felt deeply comforted.
The little girl who used to only cry while clutching her teacher's sleeve has now become someone who can protect her fellow disciples and ensure their safety.
"I promise you, this time I won't delay long, and I won't keep you waiting anxiously again. Yaoguang, trust me this once more, okay?"
Qin Qianluo's voice was like a clear spring flowing in the mountains, crisp and melodious, and like the gentle moonlight, tender yet firm.
Every word seemed to carry a magical power, gently touching Yao Guang's heart.
It soothed her anxiety and worries, making her feel an unprecedented sense of warmth and security.
Yao Guang was as if struck by a sudden thunderbolt, and she froze on the spot, her mind seemingly lost in a chaotic fog, completely devoid of its usual clarity.
The courage that I had just mustered up was enough to fight against my master.
Like a fragile wisp of smoke, it was mercilessly blown away without a trace in the storm of complex emotions within.
At this moment, her heart felt empty, like a barren desert, and she could no longer find the strength to refuse.
She knew her master's temperament very well; once her master made a decision, it was as if it were a final word.
The words spoken are like an iron oath, unbreakable and with no room for retraction.
Helplessness and reluctance were like twin demons, frantically entangled and gnawed at her heart.
Finally, all her emotions coalesced into a heavy, long sigh, which slowly overflowed from the depths of her chest.
She could only silently agree, even though her heart was filled with a thousand ravines of reluctance. But reason told her that nothing could be changed.
With a hint of resentment, she suddenly straightened her slightly hunched body, her movement carrying a resolute air of desperation.
Immediately, without turning her head, she hurried away with quick and disordered steps, her departing figure seemingly eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere.
It's as if I'm in a race against the heavy, indescribable emotions that are always with me, a race I'm destined to lose.
Each step was so hurried and heavy, as if to leave a deep imprint on the ground beneath their feet.
Seeing Yao Guang turn away so suddenly and resolutely, Qin Qianluo's lips unconsciously curled up slightly.
A gentle and indulgent smile, like a flower quietly blooming in spring, slowly appeared on her face.
This smile not only contained deep affection for Yaoguang, but also overflowed with heartfelt joy.
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