When Yu Ying was adjusting the dosage of the medicine, she displayed an exquisite skill that could be described as unparalleled.
The selection of each medicinal herb and the weighing of each dosage are as precise and flawless as a master craftsman sculpting a work of art.
She controlled the dosage of the drug perfectly, like a precise timekeeping device, working flawlessly to the second.
Not a penny more, just enough to make Su Jinyun fall into a coma for a full two hours.
Fortunately, Su Jinyun did not suffer any physical damage in this incident; she was only mentally traumatized.
At this moment, after many twists and turns, Su Jinyun finally returned to Qin Qianluo's side, just like a bird that had struggled to fly back to its nest in a storm and found a warm harbor.
Her nerves, which had been stretched to their limit like a bowstring, relaxed slowly and quietly the moment she saw Qin Qianluo, as if they had found the most secure place to rest.
Qin Qianluo's eyes were fixed on Su Jinyun, her gaze filled with deep concern and a hint of worry.
Her gaze was like fine threads, not missing a single subtle change in Su Jinyun's expression or body movement.
Trying to catch even the slightest sign of discomfort from these clues.
Seeing that Su Jinyun's complexion was gradually improving, her originally pale face gradually regained some color.
And since there were no other obvious symptoms of discomfort, her anxiety eased a little.
Qin Qianlu leaned down slightly and spoke softly, her voice like the gentlest breeze in spring, carrying just the right amount of tenderness and comfort, gently brushing against Su Jinyun's heart.
As if afraid that even the slightest sound would disturb the fragile heart in front of her that had just experienced a fright: "Jinyun, you have just gone through such a thrilling ordeal."
Your body may still be exhausted and hasn't fully recovered. Take a closer look; do you think you might need to rest more?
Su Jinyun shook her head slightly, her movements gentle and soothing, like an elegant flower swaying in the wind, carrying an innate gentle temperament.
Then, she slowly sat up from the bed, the blankets slipping slightly as she moved, revealing her somewhat thin shoulders.
Like a petal trembling in the wind, it added to its pitiful appearance.
She cast a tender and affectionate gaze at Qin Qianluo, her expression as gentle as a calm lake in spring, shimmering with a reassuring ripple.
The voice was as gentle as melting snow in spring, flowing softly.
With a hint of sweetness and warmth, she said, "Qianluo, I'm alright. Being by your side right now makes me feel incredibly safe."
As soon as she finished speaking, Su Jinyun's gaze inadvertently shifted to the two girls standing quietly by the bed.
Her gaze first fell directly on Long Nanzhi. Her familiar face and unique temperament made her recognize her at a glance.
Then, her gaze slowly fell on another girl, and upon seeing her, she couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
The girl's appearance bore a striking resemblance to Feng Qingyun's quirky, lively, and playful little maid.
But she clearly remembered that Feng Qingyun had always maintained the appearance of a child, and according to common sense, Feng Qingyun needed to level up in order to achieve the transformation of growing up.
However, the girl in front of him had clearly grown into a graceful young woman, with a light figure and a unique temperament.
How could such an astonishing change have occurred seemingly overnight? Could it be that she leveled up?
How long had I been unconscious that I missed such a significant and astonishing change without even realizing it?
As Su Jinyun pondered this, the doubts in her heart were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples in layers upon layers.
Finally, she couldn't help but speak, her tone filled with barely suppressed curiosity and deep doubt: "Qianluo, is this really Feng Qingyun? How long have I been unconscious?"
Following the direction Su Jinyun pointed, Qin Qianluo's gaze slowly fell on the graceful Feng Qingyun, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
There was relief, there was emotion, and there was also contemplation about the unknown.
She nodded gently, her movements slow and steady, as if giving a solemn response to her past experiences, or as if confirming something crucial that could rewrite everything.
Then, she took a deep breath and began to recount the breathtaking, dreamlike events that had just occurred.
And the various past events of Yu Ying, who are closely connected to her, unfold slowly before Su Jinyun like a meticulously painted grand scroll.
Her narration was meticulous, with every detail as vivid and lifelike as a delicate brushstroke on a painting.
From Feng Qingyun's reaction when she took out the brocade box, to the stone emitting seven-colored light and the miraculous process of Feng Qingyun transforming into a phoenix, and then to the intricate connection between the jade shadow and this matter.
She recounted everything in detail, as if transporting Su Jinyun into a scene full of fantasy and the unknown.
Every turn is like a undulating mountain range, captivating the heart; every detail is like a dazzling star, shining with a mysterious light.
Su Jinyun listened quietly, her beautiful eyes wide open, her surprise surging like a tidal wave, one wave after another, almost overwhelming her completely.
No matter how hard she racked her brains, she never expected that the truth would be such a complex and bizarre mess, far exceeding her wildest imagination.
Originally, in her understanding, Yu Ying's mysterious and unpredictable abilities were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
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