funbook-pk Chapter 108 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 24
Chapter 108 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 24
Hearing the whispers around her, the beautiful young woman felt increasingly embarrassed.
She glared fiercely at the coffin, then looked at Luan Shayuan and said:
"My lord, if you continue to be so stubborn, I will not be so polite."
My family is not to be trifled with. Aren't you afraid of causing unnecessary trouble by embarrassing me like this today?"
Upon hearing this, Luan Shayuan sneered and said:
“Go ahead and call your family. I, Luan Shayuan, have never been afraid of anyone.”
Today, I'm determined to find out who's inside this coffin.
After saying that, he ignored the beautiful woman and stepped forward to open the coffin.
The beautiful woman trembled with anger at Luan Shayuan's disregard for her feelings.
She stamped her foot and shouted shrilly:
"Luan Shayuan, you will regret this!"
You dare to treat me like this for someone who doesn't even know anything.
I will make you pay the price!
At this point, the surrounding people started talking even more, and the scene descended into chaos.
The beautiful maids were also panicked and didn't know what to do.
Luan Shayuan seemed not to hear the beautiful woman's threat at all; all his attention was focused on the coffin.
He slowly reached out and gently stroked the coffin lid, his heart filled with tension and anticipation.
The moment Luan Shayuan's hand touched the coffin lid, his heart seemed to skip a beat.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly.
The noisy crowd and festive music seemed to fade away at that moment, leaving only his heavy breathing echoing in my ears.
He held his breath nervously, his fingers trembling slightly, as if the coffin lid weighed a ton.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in his heart, and slowly pushed, the coffin lid slowly sliding open with his movement.
With each movement, the dull friction sound seemed to leave a faint mark on his heart.
The sunlight shone on him, but it brought no warmth; only an endless chill spread from the depths of his heart.
When the coffin was fully opened and the person inside was revealed, Luan Shayuan's body trembled violently, as if struck by a thunderbolt.
His eyes widened, filled with shock and disbelief.
That familiar face, even under the shadow of death, still handsome Li Qinglan lay there quietly, like a sleeping angel.
His hair was slightly disheveled, yet still jet black and smooth, like ink-colored silk.
His skin was as white as snow, yet still delicate and smooth, as if one could feel its former warmth.
Luan Shayuan's mind went blank; he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
The surrounding crowd seemed to become a blurred background, with only Li Qinglan's face clearly imprinted in his eyes.
His eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up as if they were about to burst forth.
His hand trembled slightly as he reached out towards Li Qinglan's face, the movement so careful, as if afraid of waking her from a beautiful dream.
His fingers gently touched Li Qinglan's cheek, feeling its icy temperature, and the grief in his heart surged like a tidal wave.
"Qinglan..."
He called out softly, his voice filled with sorrow and longing.
The voice was hoarse and trembling, filled with endless sorrow.
His eyes were fixed on Li Qinglan, as if he wanted to etch his image deep into his heart.
He couldn't accept this fact.
The person who once laughed and cried with him now lies quietly in this cold coffin, gone forever.
He wished it was all just a nightmare, and that when he woke up, Li Qinglan would still be standing in front of him with a smile.
However, the cold touch kept reminding him that it was all real.
Luan Shayuan's body trembled slightly. He slowly knelt in front of the coffin, holding Li Qinglan's hands tightly, as if this could save his life.
His tears finally welled up and spilled onto Li Qinglan's hand, as if they were an outpouring of his endless grief and longing.
A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling his hair, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart.
The people were whispering among themselves about this unexpected turn of events, the buzzing of voices like the hum of mosquitoes in summer.
But when their eyes fell upon the grief-stricken expression on the face of the Ninth Prince Luan Shayuan as he looked at the person in the coffin, and even when tears rolled down his face like broken pearls, they were all shocked as if they had been frozen in place.
Their eyes widened, as big as saucers, filled with disbelief.
Their mouths were agape, wide enough to fit an egg, as if you could see the shock deep inside their throats.
For a moment, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence, as if even the air had frozen.
Everyone's minds went blank; they were completely unable to comprehend the scene before them.
In their minds, the Ninth Prince was always a high and mighty figure, wielding immense power and authority, whose imposing and ruthless demeanor made people afraid to look him in the eye.
He usually has a blank expression, but the sharpness in his eyes can instill fear in even the bravest person.
No one ever imagined that such a person could lose his composure like this.
Moreover, the fact that it was a man who brought tears to the eyes of the Ninth Prince was beyond their wildest imagination.
Low gasps and whispers began to emanate from the crowd.
The sound was soft, but it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.
"My God, the Ninth Prince actually cried for a man, this is truly unheard of."
"Who is that man? How could he make the Ninth Prince so heartbroken?"
"I never expected that the Ninth Prince would have such a sentimental side. It's truly unexpected."
Everyone's gaze shifted back and forth between Luan Shayuan and Li Qinglan in the coffin.
Filled with curiosity and doubt, yet daring not to make a sound, lest they anger the agitated Ninth Prince.
The whole scene was filled with a tense and complex atmosphere.
From the moment Li Qinglan turned back from Luan Sha Yuan to look for the coffin, she was plunged into a state of extreme confusion and bewilderment.
He stood there blankly, his gaze following Luan Shayuan's figure, completely unaware of what was about to happen.
His eyes were wide open, filled with shock and bewilderment.
His expression was like that of a child lost in the fog, unable to find his way or understand the situation before him.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but it seemed as if some invisible force blocked his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.
Until he saw Luan Shayuan shedding tears for him.
Hot tears streamed down Luan Shayuan's resolute face, and an indescribable sense of bewilderment welled up in his heart.
His mind went blank; he was completely unable to comprehend what he was seeing.
In his memory, Luan Shayuan had always been a strong and cold person, and he had never seen him so vulnerable.
Yun Suisi lowered his eyes slightly, a complex expression on his face, and after a moment slowly spoke:
Just as Ayu said before.
Look at the scene now.
Such recklessness and such deep affection show that he likes you and cares about you.
From the moment he turned back without hesitation to pursue the coffin, his unwavering determination was evident.
He could abandon all his reservations in front of everyone, just to confirm the unease in his heart.
If this isn't liking, if this isn't caring, then what is it?
He, Luan Shayuan, that usually aloof, dignified, and cold-blooded Ninth Prince, actually shed tears for you, lost his composure for you; the affection between them couldn't be clearer.
Jun Sui, who had been silent all along, slowly spoke at this moment, his voice low and tinged with a hint of melancholy.
"So what if I like it?"
Look, even though Luan Shayuan had such deep affection and such intense concern, what was the final outcome?
"It's all because I lost the person I liked."