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The next day, Liu Yu entrusted a matchmaker with gifts and went to the Wang Residence early to formalize the engagement.
By now, Liu Yu had become blind, and the Wang family’s parents were naturally displeased. However, due to the Liu family's influence, they dared not refuse. Thus, the engagement was completed, and even the wedding date was set.
Yet, before the two could marry, devastating news reached the Liu family that nearly spelled their ruin. The eldest son of the Liu family, Liu Xun, had been slandered and reported for having conducted ancestral rites with an ostentation befitting a sovereign. His ambitions were laid bare, and in a fit of rage, the Xianfeng Emperor ordered his execution at the Caishikou Execution Grounds.
The death of the eldest son was also a consequence of the youngest son’s attempt to alter Miss Ming Lai's fate. With their pillar gone, the Liu family fell into despair, and the matriarch went mad. The Wang family forcibly married their daughter off to the Yue family. On the eve of her wedding, Miss Wang desperately escaped to the dilapidated Liu residence, pleading with the youngest son to elope with her. However, he had already lost all hope and resolutely refused her.
“Yet the eldest son of the Yue family genuinely admired Miss Wang. Upon learning of her plight, he did not force her but later it was said that Miss Wang vowed to repay the Yue family in her next life before drowning herself in a lake.”
Bi'er sighed, “After their mother went mad, she often beat and scolded the youngest son. Eventually, she too passed away. The people of the Liu family claimed that he was a harbinger of disaster destined to be forever alone, and one by one they distanced themselves from that abandoned house. The youngest son had his Heavenly Eye forcibly opened and could see through all realms; he would neither age nor die. Back then, I was just a nine-year-old girl…”
“Speaking of which, you do have quite a connection with him; that eldest son of the Yue family is your great-grandfather Yue Xianshun. But who would have thought you would resemble Miss Wang so closely…” Yue Ran listened in a daze, her heart already tumultuous.
She recalled how her grandfather had angrily ordered her to stay away from him; she remembered that night when he called out “Ming Lai” tenderly; she remembered scolding him for being cold-hearted, saying he wouldn’t know unless he tried to fight for it and deserved to be alone.
It felt as if someone had poured a bitter drink down her throat, leaving her chest heavy with discomfort.
Had he not struggled? He had simply taken it too seriously but was harshly punished by fate, ending up with results he least desired—yet that struggle, that tenderness, that admiration were never meant for her.
On the bed, Bi'er held Yue Ran's hand tightly, her eyes earnest: “Girl, promise me you will take good care of the young master. Perhaps in some way you are indeed reincarnated as Miss Wang to find him; his life has been far too painful…”
Yue Ran stood there in a daze, her mind blank.
Bier saw that she did not answer and suddenly spoke with a sorrowful tone, "Girl, can you bear to let me die with my eyes closed?"
"I promise you..." In an instant, Bier's face lit up with a certain brilliance. She looked up at Liu Langrun by the bedside, her smile reminiscent of a young girl. "Young Master, I must take my leave now; I can no longer serve you..."
With the oil spent and the lamp extinguished, Liu Langrun's last remaining family member was gone.
Yue Ran stood up with tears in her eyes and silently picked up the dagger from the floor.
Liu Langrun tilted his ear and suddenly heard the sound of a blood vessel tearing. A look of panic finally crossed his indifferent face as he stepped forward to grasp her hand, only to have her grip him back. He felt a sharp pain in his wrist as his blood vessel was cut.
Yue Ran pressed her bleeding wound against his, reaching into her pocket. A dark stone, resembling an eye, lay quietly in her palm.
"This is what Grandfather found in the tomb of the ancestors of the Yue Family—the Tianyan Stone. If someone born on a sunny year, sunny month, sunny day, sunny hour, and sunny moment offers their blood to you while sealing it with the Tianyan Stone, you will no longer suffer the pain of prophecy." Yue Ran smiled brightly. "I accidentally took this from Grandfather; I originally intended to use it to seal your eyes, but I didn't expect... well, perhaps I truly came to repay a debt..."
A wave of panic surged within Liu Langrun, yet he could not break free. He heard her breathing become erratic, as if something was falling onto her clothing.
Yue Ran choked back tears. "I... I want to see Grandfather again; I want to say sorry to A Jian... I hope you will grow old and die so that you will no longer be manipulated by fate. I... I like you."
A cool sensation began to merge into his mind like water, and the images that had been dancing in his brain gradually faded to gray until they disappeared.
The eleventh year of the Republic of China.
As autumn deepened and dew thickened, beneath the locust tree stood that young man once more. It was nearly noon, yet a large crowd of men, women, and children still surrounded him. He patiently answered each question until someone tugged at his sleeve. "Langrun, it's time to go back for lunch."
He nodded with a smile, rising to pack his things.
Now, he no longer possessed the ability to foresee the future. Without consulting the divination, he had no way of knowing whether today would bring good fortune or misfortune. He also couldn't tell how much longer the girl by his side would chatter in his ear.
However, he chose not to rely on divination. Instead, he accepted what fate had bestowed upon him and focused on grasping what he could control. He did not inquire about the future or seek any outcomes; he simply wished to hold her hand for as long as he lived.
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