As Qin Qianluo stepped across the threshold into Luo Yuning's courtyard, a chilling and desolate feeling washed over her like a surging tide.
It made her shiver involuntarily. The scene before her was like a dilapidated painting sealed by the dust of time, full of desolation and loneliness, without a trace of life.
The ground was cracked beyond recognition, with fissures stretching out in all directions.
Like the parched, cracked lips of the earth, it silently speaks of endless loneliness and desolation in an almost desperate manner.
The soil beneath my feet was dry, hard, and rough, raising a small cloud of dust with every step, as if protesting against this lifeless environment.
The plants in the yard were pitifully few, and the few that were there were drooping sickly, lifeless, as if an invisible hand had drained their vitality away.
The leaves of those plants were withered and curled, with scorched edges, as if they had been burned by a fire, and they trembled weakly in the breeze.
In the corner, a clump of withered yellow weeds huddled together, shivering in the weak wind, like a group of helpless children, adding to the sense of desolation.
Qin Qianluo couldn't help but be surprised. Her long and thick eyebrows rose slightly, like a crescent moon appearing in the night sky, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.
She subconsciously looked around, her eyes anxiously searching the desolate courtyard, trying to find even the slightest sign of life, but ultimately returned disappointed.
But she didn't ask any questions. She just followed quietly behind Luo Qi'an, her eyes full of searching, as if she were looking for the key clue to unravel the mystery in this desolate place.
With a mix of trepidation and anticipation, Luo Qi'an arrived at his eldest daughter's door, gently knocking on it with a soft yet expectant gesture.
His hand lingered on the door for a moment, his fingertips trembling slightly, as if waiting for that familiar response.
However, the room was deathly silent, without the slightest sound, as if time had frozen at that moment.
A hint of embarrassment flashed across Luo Qi'an's face, and his expression became somewhat unnatural. He cleared his throat, stood outside the door, and spoke in a gentle voice, yet with a barely perceptible trace of anxiety.
He said many caring words, such as "Ning'er, Daddy has come to see you" and "Open the door quickly, let Daddy see you."
His voice echoed in the quiet courtyard, a voice filled with love and concern.
But all he received in response was endless silence, like a stone sinking into the sea, without stirring up the slightest ripple.
Luo Qi'an gritted his teeth, a resolute look on his face, and said in a low voice, "Father is coming in."
He then slowly pushed open the door, his movements careful, as if afraid of disturbing his daughter inside, as if she were a fragile treasure.
Inside, Luo Yuning sat quietly by the window. Sunlight streamed through the window and fell on her, but it did not bring her any warmth or vitality.
Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, and her skin was almost transparent, revealing faint blue veins underneath.
His face was so thin it was almost unrecognizable, his cheekbones were high and protruding like abrupt hills, his eye sockets were deep and his eyes were empty and dull.
She just stared blankly out the window, showing no reaction to her father and Qin Qianluo's arrival.
Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few strands falling beside her cheeks like withered vines, making her look even more haggard.
Her clothes hung loosely on her body, the oversized garments seeming to be tailor-made for someone else, and a gentle breeze seemed capable of blowing her over.
She seemed shrouded in an invisible gloom, radiating a heartbreakingly desolate aura, as if everything in the world was irrelevant to her.
The vitality of life seemed to have quietly slipped away from her, leaving only this soulless shell.
Qin Qianlu followed Luo Qi'an quietly, deliberately slowing her pace as if afraid of disturbing the stagnant air in the room.
Her palms were slightly sweaty, which she quietly wiped on the hem of her clothes before slowly stepping into the house.
As soon as she entered, a heavy and oppressive atmosphere hit her, like an invisible giant beast that instantly enveloped her.
Her heart suddenly raced, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest like a frantic little bird.
The scene before her was more distressing than any worst situation she could have imagined.
Even though I had made many assumptions in my mind beforehand, I still couldn't help but gasp.
It felt like a huge rock was pressing down on my chest, making breathing heavy and difficult, with each inhale accompanied by a sharp pain.
Luo Yuning sat quietly by the window, like a lifeless sculpture.
The sunlight streaming in through the window fell upon her without reservation, bringing warmth and vitality.
At this moment, it seemed as if a layer of illusory light and shadow had been applied to her, further highlighting the frost-like stillness around her.
Her back was slightly bent, as if the burdens of life had bent her spine.
Her slender figure appeared exceptionally small under her oversized clothes, as if a gentle breeze could blow her over.
Her hair was dry and frizzy, with a few strands hanging messily beside her cheeks, adding to her haggard and dejected appearance.
Luo Qi'an, his face full of worry, hurried to his daughter's side.
His eyes were filled with anxiety and concern, like the warm sun in winter, trying to penetrate his daughter's defenses and give her warmth and strength.
His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, filled with boundless love. He kept saying, "Ning'er, Father has come to see you. How have you been these days?"
Have you eaten on time?
As he spoke, he gently stroked his daughter's hair, his movements careful not to disturb her.
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