It dispelled the gloom that had lingered in her heart for many days, making her eyes shine brightly.
The heartache was like a gentle yet sharp knife, cutting into her heart again and again.
Because she could clearly see that Su Jinyun's face still looked somewhat haggard after all the hardships she had gone through.
Her once fair skin was now slightly pale, like a flower that had withered in the wind and rain, losing its former beauty and making people feel sorry for her.
Her slightly sunken cheeks and the faint dark circles under her eyes spoke volumes about the pain she had endured.
This felt like a heavy blow to Qin Qianluo's heart, and her heartache intensified.
Su Jinyun felt a pang of sadness, as if an unripe green apricot had been quietly planted in her heart and then gently crushed by the hand of fate.
The bitter juice instantly spread, filling her entire heart.
The moment Qin Qian sat down on the edge of the bed and that warm, familiar hand took hers, all the emotions suppressed in her heart burst forth like a flood, becoming uncontrollable.
Tears fell uncontrollably like pearls from a broken string, sliding down her fair but slightly pale cheeks.
The drops fell onto the bed, making a soft "drip-drop" sound, like the sound of a heart breaking.
She firmly believed that during that long and dark time, she would never have the chance to see Qin Qianluo again in this lifetime.
The sudden joy of reunion and the sorrow of surviving a catastrophe collided fiercely in her heart like two powerful forces, causing her tears to gush out like a spring.
All the fears, despair, and countless fantasies of reunion that I had felt before surged into my heart at this moment, turning into these unstoppable tears.
Seeing this, Qin Qianluo felt a pang of heartache, as if her own heart was breaking along with Su Jinyun's tears.
She quickly and gently embraced Su Jinyun, her movements as tender as if she were protecting the most fragile and precious treasure in the world.
With her warm embrace, she gave Su Jinyun endless comfort and a sense of security, as if to dispel all the pain she had experienced.
She gently stroked Su Jinyun's back, the warmth of her hand seeping through her clothes like a gentle current, slowly reaching Su Jinyun's heart.
Her hand gently slid across Su Jinyun's back, each touch filled with endless tenderness and comfort, as if making a silent promise.
At the same time, she gently comforted him in her extremely gentle voice, like a babbling brook flowing through the mountains.
With endless tenderness and comfort: "It's alright, it's all over, I'm here... Don't be afraid, I'm here for you."
Every word seemed to possess a magical power, like a spring breeze caressing the surface of a lake, gently soothing the pain in Su Jinyun's heart.
Her voice, like a soft feather, gently landed on Su Jinyun's ear, making her feel a long-lost warmth and peace of mind.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment; the time it takes to drink a cup of tea slowly passed in this tranquil and warm atmosphere.
Under Qin Qianluo's gentle, spring-like comforting words, Su Jinyun's fluctuating emotions caused by fear and sorrow were gradually calmed down, as if soothed by an invisible hand.
Her rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and her suppressed sobs gradually subsided until they finally stopped.
Qin Qianlu gently released Su Jinyun, her eyes still full of concern, as if she wanted to take in every subtle expression of Su Jinyun.
To confirm whether she has truly calmed down.
Her gaze lingered on Su Jinyun's face, carefully observing every change in her expression. Her concerned eyes seemed to penetrate every emotion deep within her heart.
She turned around and picked up the spiritual spring water that had been prepared beforehand, which was placed in an exquisite jade bottle.
Bathed in the soft light of the room, it shimmered with a warm and mysterious glow, as if it contained endless vitality and hope.
The surface of the jade bottle is carved with exquisite patterns, each line seemingly telling an ancient story, adding a touch of mystery to this sacred spring water.
She carefully tilted the jade bottle and fed Su Jinyun a few mouthfuls of the fragrant spring water.
As Su Jinyun slowly swallowed, her originally pale complexion gradually regained some color.
Like a flower about to wither in winter, she regained the nourishment of life and finally felt a little relieved.
The anxiety that had been hanging in the air finally subsided.
The trace of worry gradually disappeared from her eyes, replaced by a relieved smile, like a flower blooming in spring, warm and bright.
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