Her heart was a mixture of emotions, a tangled mess of various feelings intertwined.
Her rational mind told her that Shi Feiyang truly cared for her and was doing everything in his power to protect her; yet her inner desire to fight alongside him and share life and death was like resilient wild grass growing steadfastly in the crevices of rocks in spring, defying raging winds and storms, difficult to easily dissipate.
She looked at Shi Feiyang, her gaze showing understanding for him, an understanding like the gentle, warm breeze in spring that softly caresses the heart, bringing a thread of comfort; yet also a sense of reluctance to part with him, a reluctance like the cold, heavy frost of winter, weighing heavily on the heart, bringing endless melancholy; and a hint of stubbornness, a stubbornness like a rock that stands unyielding after enduring the test of time, silently voicing the unwavering persistence deep in her heart.
