funbook-pk Chapter 105 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 21
Chapter 105 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Ghost Hunter 21
In just two days, Li Qinglan's health condition became increasingly worrying, deteriorating rapidly, as if she were being tightly gripped by a merciless disease.
In the end, only a very faint breath remained, as if it could be completely blown away by the cruel winds of fate at any moment.
Yun Rancang gazed silently at Li Qinglan before him, his heart filled with complex emotions.
Once upon a time, Li Qinglan was a refined and elegant young master from a prominent family.
He was dressed in an exquisite brocade robe, his posture upright like a pine tree, his eyes exuding composure and confidence.
His smile, like the warm spring sun, can easily dispel the gloom in people's hearts.
Back then, every smile and gesture of his could attract everyone's attention, making him the object of admiration and envy for countless people.
However, the turning point in fate came so suddenly.
From some unknown point in time, Li Qinglan's heart was filled with hatred, and her former elegance and composure were gradually consumed by the flames of revenge.
His eyes became sharp and cold. In order to seek revenge, he spared no effort, traveled around, and used all kinds of means.
The once gentle and refined young master of a noble family has become a man who only knows revenge.
But now, fate seems to have no mercy on him whatsoever.
On his path of revenge, he exhausted his energy and life, ultimately ending up bedridden like this.
His face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed, and his once handsome face had lost its former radiance due to the torment of illness.
That once powerful body is now so weak that even moving a finger is incredibly difficult.
Looking at Li Qinglan like this, Yun Rancang was filled with emotion.
We lament his past glory and grieve for his current tragic situation.
As Yun Rancang slowly walked out of the house, which was filled with a heavy atmosphere, she felt as if a huge rock was pressing on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe.
The sunlight shone on me, but it didn't bring much warmth.
She squinted slightly, adjusting to the sudden light.
Just then, a figure suddenly appeared in her line of sight. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Li Qinglan.
Li Qinglan was holding several jars of wine in her arms. The jars were ancient and heavy, as if they carried countless stories.
"Ran Cang, come and try the wine my mother brewed."
Li Qinglan's voice rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible anticipation.
A faint smile graced his face, as if he had temporarily forgotten all his troubles.
Sunlight shone on him, outlining a golden silhouette. In that moment, he seemed to have returned to the spirited young master of a noble family he once was.
Yun Rancang was slightly taken aback, then said in a low voice:
"Oh, here we come."
Her voice carried a hint of weariness and helplessness, as if she had lost all enthusiasm for life.
She walked slowly toward Li Qinglan, each step seeming so heavy.
Looking at the wine jar in Li Qinglan's arms, a complex emotion welled up in her heart.
Li Qinglan gently opened the wine jar, and the rich aroma of the wine instantly wafted out like a fairy.
His movements were incredibly gentle as he slowly poured out the wine, filling a glass for each of the four people present.
His eyes were filled with distant and profound memories, and his voice seemed to come from the depths of time:
"When I was a child, I was extremely pretty."
Whenever my mother looked at me, she would tease my father, saying that when I grew up, she would marry me off.
At that time, their faces were filled with endless doting and joy.
My mother even helped me brew this "Daughter's Red" wine; that time was truly beautiful, like a dream.
He paused slightly, his gaze becoming even more unfocused, as if he were completely immersed in that distant past.
"Later, they left one after another."
In this world, I am left all alone.
And now, I am also about to reach the end of my life.
No one will ever remember these drinks again, nor the warmth and joy they once brought.
His voice trembled like a leaf in the wind, and endless sorrow and loneliness surged forth like a tidal wave.
"In reality, I will never be able to taste the wine that my mother brewed herself again."
But it doesn't matter, let's try it in this illusion.
It's like going back to the past, back to the days when they were by my side.
Li Qinglan slowly raised her wine glass, took a small sip, and her eyes glistened with tears, like dazzling stars.
That sip of wine seemed to carry all his longing and nostalgia for the past.
It evokes a profound and indescribable sense of emotion in those who see it.
I deeply lament his tumultuous fate and his unwavering commitment to family ties.
As Yun Rancang listened to Li Qinglan's words, her eyes gradually reddened, and those moist eyes seemed to carry endless emotions and heartache.
She slowly picked up the wine glass, her hand trembling slightly.
Her gaze was fixed on the clear liquid, and in the gently swaying liquid, she seemed to see Li Qinglan's beautiful, poetic childhood.
After a long silence, she sighed softly, her voice hoarse and low, as if weathered by time, and slowly said:
"Qinglan, these precious memories will be like brilliant stars, forever accompanying you and illuminating your path forward."
A trace of sadness appeared on Jun Li Que's face, a sadness like a light mist lingering between his brows and eyes.
He reached out and gently patted Li Qinglan's shoulder, as if conveying a silent strength.
He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, trying to show a warm smile, and said, "Brother Qinglan, although the past is hard to regret, your strength and perseverance are admirable."
Let's drink this together, to remember those wonderful memories, and to pray for your future.
As Li Qinglan listened to their words, tears welled up even more in her eyes.
He slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a bitter smile.
"Thank you for being here with me in these final moments, reminiscing about these times."
Li Qinglan's voice was full of sincerity.
Just as everyone was deeply immersed in the atmosphere filled with sorrow and memories, a servant rushed into the courtyard in a panic, like a leaf falling in a storm.
His steps were unsteady, like a puppet that had lost its balance, his face filled with terror, as if he had witnessed the most terrible thing in the world.
The servant rushed to the group, panting heavily, each breath trembling.
His voice trembled as if a rag being torn apart by a gale, and he said:
"Something terrible has happened... Young Master... Young Master..."
Everyone's hearts clenched the moment they heard the servant's shout, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
An ominous premonition quickly enveloped their hearts like dark clouds, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.
Yun Rancang's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she asked urgently:
"What's wrong? What happened to Qinglan?"
Her voice was filled with anxiety and worry, as if she were praying for an answer that wasn't the worst.
The servant, his voice trembling with sobs, filled with grief and despair, replied:
"I...I went to check the room, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw the young master lying quietly on the bed, not moving at all."
I walked over, trembling, and reached out to check the young master's breath, only to find...only to find that the young master...he had already stopped breathing, taking his last breath.
After saying this, the servant could no longer contain his grief, and tears streamed down his face like a burst dam.
Deep down, Yun Rancang and the others probably already had a premonition of this outcome.
However, when that moment truly arrived, when he heard the servants' sorrowful announcement and saw Li Qinglan lying quietly in the room, already deceased, the overwhelming grief was still irresistible.
They stood there, as if time had stood still, with only a deep sadness slowly spreading in the air.