Under the illumination of the lights, the hem of her skirt shimmered with a soft glow, like a flowing golden river, radiating a dreamlike and ethereal brilliance.
Her eyes were like stars twinkling in the night sky, bright and deep, as if hiding a vast galaxy.
At this moment, her eyes glistened with tears, like dewdrops rolling on lotus leaves in the early morning, crystal-clear and transparent.
Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down her face, unable to suppress the tidal wave of emotions within her. Like a little bird returning to its nest, she threw herself into Shi Feiyang's arms and began to sob aloud.
She poured out all the fear and anxiety she had accumulated over the days due to worrying about the war and missing Shi Feiyang.
Her cries were filled not only with the relief of having survived a disaster but also with deep attachment to Shi Feiyang, an attachment as entwined and inseparable as the vines of spring.
