In this loving and warm embrace, Qin Qianluo's once unbreakable defenses collapsed completely, like a dam breached by a flood.
She cried even more bitterly, the emotions that had been weighing heavily on her heart for so long.
Like a volcano that has been accumulating energy for a long time, it erupts in an instant, releasing its power with overwhelming force.
The sudden departure of her uncle's family was like a bolt from the blue, leaving an unhealable and shocking wound in her heart.
Every warm memory I had with my uncle's family is now like a sharp, gleaming blade.
It relentlessly pierced the depths of her soul, a pain that penetrated to the bone, causing her excruciating agony, as if every breath was accompanied by tearing agony.
The tragic scene of people being displaced, and those pairs of eyes filled with despair and helplessness, haunted her like ghosts, never leaving her mind.
Those tragic scenes, like heavy shackles, tightly bound her heart, making her feel deeply guilty and remorseful.
As a prince, she was supposed to have the sacred mission of protecting the people, but now she could only watch helplessly as they suffered in dire straits.
This feeling of powerlessness followed her like a shadow, tormenting her heart like a leech, making her restless day and night.
Now, her beloved has been ruthlessly kidnapped by the culprit, who is like a demon, and his fate is unknown, with no word from him.
This was like an even more violent bolt from the blue, shattering her already crumbling and shattered world, plunging her into endless darkness and despair.
These successive, devastating blows, like a mountain pressing down on her, relentlessly crushed her heart.
This brought her nerves, which were originally as tough and taut as steel, to the brink of collapse, as if they would break completely at any moment.
Time passed slowly in this atmosphere of profound grief, each second feeling as long as an eternity.
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Qianluo's sorrowful cries gradually subsided, and her plaintive, heartbreaking sobs became intermittent.
She finally stopped crying amidst the torment of exhaustion and pain, and then, somewhat embarrassed, slowly lifted her head from her mother's warm and loving embrace.
At this moment, her eyes were swollen and red like ripe peaches, and her eyelids were heavy from crying for a long time.
His eyes revealed endless weariness, sorrow, and confusion, like a lone boat that had lost its way.
Her face still bore traces of wet tears, like winding streams, recording the pain and sorrow she had just experienced.
Seeing her daughter's haggard appearance, Lin Ruoqing's heart, which had been hanging high as if it would break at any moment due to worry, finally slowly relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
She knew the physical and mental exhaustion her daughter had been enduring during this time, including the immense mental pressure that was like a storm.
Whether it's the physical exhaustion accumulated from working day and night, it has reached a limit that is unimaginable and unbearable for ordinary people.
For the daughter, being able to release these long-suppressed, heavy emotions is a kind of relief, a chance for a new beginning.
Seeing that her daughter was tired but her mood had calmed down, Lin Ruoqing thought to herself that she should be fine.
The heavy, leaden worry in my heart lessened considerably, but a faint anxiety still lingered in my mind.
Qin Qianluo took a deep breath, trying to calm her still trembling body and chaotic thoughts.
She closed her eyes slightly, her mind rapidly weighing the pros and cons, various thoughts flashing through her mind like a revolving lantern.
After much deliberation and careful consideration, she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze gradually becoming firm and resolute, as if she had found a glimmer of light in the darkness.
She raised her head, her gaze sweeping firmly over everyone present, her eyes revealing an undeniable determination.
Then, in a calm yet resolute tone, she slowly said, word by word, "I have decided to go alone."
These words were like a powerful bomb dropped into a calm lake, instantly creating a turbulent upheaval within the room.
The people present stared in astonishment, their faces filled with disbelief, as if they had heard a fairy tale.
Immediately following, opposing voices rose and fell like a tidal wave, one after another, filled with worry and anxiety.
Like a series of booming thunderclaps, the sound echoed throughout the room, lingering for a long time.
Lin Ruoqing's expression changed drastically. She became so nervous that her face turned as pale as paper, completely bloodless, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.
She instinctively grabbed her youngest daughter's hand tightly, with such force that it seemed as if if she let go, her daughter would disappear from her world forever and never be found again.
Her eyes were filled with deep worry and fear, her gaze like the gloomy sky before a storm, with dark clouds and flashing lightning.
Her expression was as solemn as if she were facing a life-or-death decision, and her voice trembled slightly as she said with a sob, "Luo'er, no."
That jade-like figure is no ordinary person. If you go alone, and Jin Yun is not rescued, you will also be in danger.
Qin Shouzhen's face seemed shrouded in a cloud of worry, his expression as solemn as the sky before a storm, his brows furrowed tightly.
Like a tightly locked lock, it embodies his deep concern as a father for his daughter.
He nodded slowly and heavily, the movement as if it carried an immense weight.
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