I'll find a suitable time later to hand it over to Luo Qi'an.
"Think about it, 'Wen Ruo' caused Luo Yuning so much trouble before, making her suffer deeply."
It would be heartbreaking if Luo Yuning's condition were to relapse after she had finally started to improve, and she were to fall back into the abyss of depression.
We must do everything we can think of, leaving no detail overlooked, and considering all aspects thoroughly to avoid this situation from happening as much as possible.
If we neglect anything and cause Luo Yuning to suffer again, I will definitely feel guilty.
Feng Qingyun responded, and Qin Qianluo took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slightly, trying to swallow down her anxiety and anticipation.
She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze instantly drawn to Luo Yuning, who was tightly clutching Luo Qi'an's clothes not far away.
In that instant, Qin Qianluo's eyes were filled with pity and concern.
Her originally bright eyes now became even softer, like a clear spring in spring, shimmering with endless tenderness.
Her lips unconsciously turned up, forming a gentle smile, like the warm spring sun, radiating warmth without reservation.
She tried to dispel the heavy gloom surrounding Luo Yuning.
Qin Qianluo took soft steps and slowly approached Luo Yuning. Each step she took was careful, her toes lightly touching the ground, making a very slight sound.
Her gaze remained fixed on Luo Yuning, observing her every subtle reaction.
As the distance closed, she keenly noticed the subtle changes in Luo Yuning's expression; her originally lowered eyelids lifted slightly, and a barely perceptible hint of panic flashed in her eyes.
Qin Qianluo decisively stopped in her tracks. She knew very well that Luo Yuning's heart was as fragile as thin ice at this moment.
Any overly aggressive action could instantly build a wall around her heart, making her even more resistant to communication.
Just then, the quick-witted servant, who had already noticed the situation, spotted it.
He observed everything from Qin Qianluo's approach to Luo Yuning's reaction.
He keenly sensed the subtle shift in the atmosphere and realized that a suitable opportunity was needed for the two of them to communicate more comfortably.
He turned around quickly, walked briskly to the side, and steadily carried a chair over with both hands.
His movements were skillful and efficient. He placed the chair steadily next to Qin Qianluo, his face showing just the right amount of respect and politeness, and he bowed slightly.
She said, "Your Highness, please sit down." This was to make it easier for Qin Qianluo to sit down and talk with Luo Yuning.
When Qin Qianluo saw the servant's thoughtful gesture, a glint of approval flashed in her eyes.
She turned slightly to the side and gave the servant a sincere smile, a smile as bright and warm as a flower blooming in spring, making one feel as if bathed in a spring breeze.
Then, she thanked him softly, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying a touch of tenderness.
Then, Qin Qianluo once again focused all her attention on Luo Yuning.
She leaned forward slightly, her knees bent, trying to maintain eye contact with Luo Yuning so that her gaze could meet Luo Yuning's gently.
She parted her lips slightly, her voice soft yet clear, each word filled with sincerity and concern: "I don't know how many hardships you've gone through."
Those pains may be ever-present, binding you tightly, gnawing at your heart every single second.
But I can truly sense that you are currently experiencing an extreme lack of security. That unease is like a thick layer of gloom, enveloping you and making you feel afraid and lost.
Don't be afraid, I promise you, I will never hurt you. My name is Qin Qianluo, what's yours?
Luo Yuning curled up, her head hanging low as if she couldn't bear the weight, rising and falling slightly with her heavy breathing.
Qin Qianluo's soft voice drifted over, and she trembled slightly like a startled deer. After a long pause, she slowly raised her head.
Her gaze first fell on Qin Qianluo's shoes. The ordinary pattern on them attracted all her attention, as if it were a haven from which she could avoid eye contact.
A moment later, her gaze slowly moved upwards, sweeping over Qin Qianluo's skirt and waist, finally settling on that smiling face.
The curve of Qin Qianluo's lips was just right, like the warm spring sun, showering warmth without reservation.
This caused Luo Yuning's nerves, which had been taut like a startled bird, to relax slightly in an instant.
Luo Yuning subconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, her fingers turning white from the force, her knuckles slightly protruding—a small testament to the lingering unease in her heart.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to respond, but her throat felt blocked, so dry that she couldn't make a sound.
Her eyes were full of hesitation and struggle, as if she were having a fierce tug-of-war in the depths of her heart.
After a long while, under the encouraging gaze of Qin Qianluo, she finally mustered up her courage and whispered in a voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz, tinged with timidity, "I...I am Luo Yuning."
Though the voice was soft, it broke the brief silence between the two, as if opening a small door to a new conversation.
After saying that, she subconsciously lowered her head, avoiding Qin Qianluo's gaze, as if afraid that her response was too abrupt.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com