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Liu Langrun stood at the entrance of Nanjing Academy, the autumn wind swirling the withered yellow leaves around him, gently lifting a few strands of hair from his forehead.
He sensed a light footstep and paused for a moment as someone walked straight past him.
“Yue Ran,” he called softly.
Yue Ran froze for a moment, surprised that despite his blindness, he still recognized her.
Since that day, recalling the name he had whispered had caused a sharp pain in her heart, leaving her uncertain about how to face him.
Liu Langrun reached out to block her path. “That night, I…”
“That night, nothing happened!” Her panicked voice was too obvious, almost an attempt to cover up the truth.
Liu Langrun sighed inwardly. “Bi’er is not doing well; she wants to see you.”
Yue Ran followed him back to his residence and entered the side room, where she saw Grandma Bi lying on the couch, barely clinging to life.
During the days spent caring for Liu Langrun's injuries, Yue Ran had not encountered any of his family members, only this Grandma Bi who had been his sole companion. Now, this person who had cared for him was also on the verge of passing away.
As noon approached, the room was filled with a heavy silence.
Yue Ran couldn't help but shed two tears, unsure whether she felt pity for the elderly woman or for the man behind her.
“Yue Ran, if there’s a way to save Bi’er, would you be willing to help me?” Liu Langrun’s voice was hoarse.
“Of course.” Yue Ran didn’t notice the person behind her quietly drawing a dark red dagger. She wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Grandma Bi is a good person.”
Liu Langrun felt bitterness in his mouth as he recalled how this girl had once argued with Yue Hongzhi, insisting that he was a good person. He had lived his life as a good man, yet in the end, he was about to lose Bi’er, his only relative. It was all because she shared the same birthday as Bi’er!
With this thought, he hardened his heart and raised the dagger, ready to stab her. Suddenly, Bi’er, who had been lying weakly on the bed, jolted awake with an incredible strength. She pulled Yue Ran aside and knocked the dagger from Liu Langrun’s hand!
The metal clattered to the ground with a clear sound. Yue Ran’s eyes widened in shock, her bright gaze filled with confusion and a wave of sorrow washed over her heart.
“Little Master, Bi’er is but a dying person. You have never taken a life; do you really intend to kill this girl and transfer her lifespan to me?!” Tears streamed from Bi’er’s murky eyes. “You must have seen her beauty, right? Could you truly bring yourself to harm this girl?”
Liu Langrun stood frozen in place, his expression unreadable. Bi’er grasped Yue Ran’s hand tightly. “Girl, don’t hate the Little Master; it’s all fate, it’s all fate!”
Grandma Bi began to recount an ancient story.
In the fifteenth year of Xianfeng, in Jiang Ning, Liu Zizhan held military power over the Su and Wan regions, establishing his dominance in Jiang Ning. His second son was Liu Yu, whose courtesy name was Langrun.
When Liu Yu was six years old, a wandering Taoist visited the Liu residence and claimed that he possessed extraordinary talent. If one day his Heavenly Eye were to open, he would be able to know past lives and futures, commanding the forces of yin and yang.
However, if one insisted on altering their destiny, they would be destined for eternal solitude.
The matriarch of the Liu family dismissed the Taoist as a fraud and did not take his words seriously; she merely gave him some silver before sending him on his way. Unexpectedly, as Liu Yu grew older, he indeed began to see the cycles of cause and effect as foretold by the Taoist. He would even talk to himself while gazing out at an empty window when alone.
Madam Liu feared that her son would be regarded as an outcast by the world, so she strictly forbade the servants from spreading news about the young master. However, there are no secrets that cannot be uncovered, and whispers about the young master of the Liu Family reached Jiang Ning.
When Liu Yu was nineteen, he fell in love with the youngest daughter of a prominent embroidery family in Jiang Ning. The girl's surname was Wang, and her given name was Ming Lai.
"Tsk, Langrun, you’re not pushing at all," Wang Minglai pouted in frustration and amusement as she looked at him.
"I'm sorry." Every time he touched her, images flooded his mind, leaving Liu Yu with no thoughts to spare for swinging with her.
"What's wrong with you?" Wang Minglai turned to see his pale face and reached out to touch his forehead. "If you're not feeling well, you should go back!"
However, at the moment she made contact, Liu Yu heard a tragic cry echoing in his mind: "No! Don’t—get away—"
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