Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Ran Cang's voice seemed to come from the depths of his soul, filled with endless despair and bone-deep pain.

Her slender hands trembled like autumn leaves in the wind as she tried her best to touch the clothes hanging high on the city wall.

But each time she reached out her hand, she hesitated in mid-air, her heart filled with extreme fear that if she were to confirm it, it would be the most terrifying and unbearable guess in her heart.

Ran Cang sat limply on the cold ground, as if all his bones had been removed.

His gaze was blank yet filled with sorrow as he stared at the clothes fluttering wildly in the wind.

The grief in her heart was like a surging, boundless tide, crashing against her fragile heart wave after wave.

In the turbulent and chaotic Republican era, the cruelty of war was like the giant claw of a demon, ruthlessly and mercilessly destroying all beautiful things.

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the past.

I recall all the moments I spent with Yun Suisi and Jun Sui.

Those beautiful memories, once filled with laughter and warmth, now felt like the sharpest blades, piercing her already wounded heart again and again.

"Why...why is this happening..."

Ran Cang let out a heart-wrenching cry, her voice already hoarse.

"Brothers, how could you just abandon me like this? You promised you would always be there for me."

Tears flowed freely like a burst dam, and my heart was filled with endless regret.

"Brother, I can't bear to leave you. Please come back."

Li Que has left, are you all leaving too?

Why did you leave me here all alone?!

"Can you take me with you?"

Ran Cang's voice was full of pleading, "What should I do without you?"

What meaning does this world still hold?

Ran Cang felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if her world had completely collapsed.

Without her brother and brother-in-law, she didn't know how to go on living.

She hated herself for not being stronger, for not being able to protect them when they needed her most.

She hated the horrific war, the extreme injustice of fate, and even more so, her own insignificance and powerlessness in this chaotic world, unable to change all this tragedy.

Ran Cang sat there blankly on the ground, letting her tears blur her vision.

Everything around her seemed to lose its color, leaving only her clothes fluttering in the wind and the endless sorrow in her heart.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only Ran Cang's pain continuing to spread.

The subordinates stood not far away, and when their eyes fell on the familiar clothes hanging on the city wall, a strong sense of unease welled up in their hearts.

As Ran Cang's desperate cries echoed in the air, they finally confirmed the suspicion they least wanted to believe—the master was dead.

At that moment, his subordinates were all stunned, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

They had followed Yun Suisi for a long time, and together they had experienced countless hardships and dangers in the turbulent times of the Republic of China.

The gentleman's courage, wisdom, and kindness have always been their motivation and role model.

One of his subordinates stared wide-eyed, his lips trembling slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but the bitterness rising in his throat choked him, and he couldn't utter a sound.

Another subordinate gripped his weapon tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his eyes revealing pain and confusion, as if he had lost his way in life.

They walked slowly toward Ran Cang, each step heavy with effort.

Seeing Ran Cang slumped on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, his subordinates were also filled with grief.

They wanted to comfort Ran Cang, but didn't know where to begin.

In the face of this brutal war, any words seem so pale and powerless.

An older subordinate sighed deeply, tears welling in his eyes.

He recalled the days when he fought alongside his colleagues, those fierce battles, tense planning, and warm moments, all of which have now become eternal memories.

He gently knelt down, trying to help Ran Cang up, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Miss, please accept my condolences."

The masters are gone, but we must continue to live on, for the mission they left unfinished.

The other subordinates also gathered around, their eyes filled with determination.

In this time of suffering, they knew they could not be defeated by sorrow.

They must carry on the legacy of their predecessors and continue the fight for peace and justice.

However, the grief in my heart followed me like a shadow.

As they gazed at the clothes fluttering in the wind, they seemed to see the figures of the gentlemen.

In the chaos of the Republic of China era, the cruelty of war destroyed everything, and also made them deeply realize the fragility and preciousness of life.

They stood silently by Ran Cang's side, accompanying her through this most difficult time.

In their hearts, they secretly vowed to avenge their teachers and seek justice for those who lost their lives in the war.

On this challenging path, they will bravely move forward together with Ran Cang, carrying their pain and mission.

Ran Cang felt a surge of power welling up from somewhere, a power that surged and churned within her body like a raging tide.

A resolute glint suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she abruptly stood up, her movement carrying a sense of unwavering determination.

As if drawn by an invisible force, she rushed madly toward the city wall.

Her steps were unsteady and hurried, her mind filled with only one thought: to retrieve the garment hanging on the city wall.

Along the way, she seemed oblivious to everything around her, her eyes only fixed on the clothes fluttering in the wind.

She climbed the city wall using both her hands and feet. The rough and cold bricks cut her palms and knees, but she felt no pain at all.

Her hands trembled like autumn leaves in the wind, each tremor seemingly telling of her inner fear and longing.

Finally, her fingers touched the dress, and at that moment, she felt as if she were embracing the souls of Yun Suisi and Jun Sui.

Their scent seemed to linger on her clothes, and that familiar smell brought tears to her eyes once again.

She hugged the dress tightly, as if she were hugging the whole world.

Tears flowed freely, soaking her clothes and her heart.

Ran Cang took the clothes back to his residence, which was a simple and desolate room.

She carefully placed the clothes on the headboard of her bed, as if they were the most precious treasures.

From then on, she looked at it every day, her eyes filled with longing and yearning.

It was as if her brother and brother-in-law were still by her side; their smiles, their voices, their warmth—everything seemed to be right before her eyes.

In the days that followed, Ran Cang was in a daze, neither eating nor drinking, and just stared blankly at the clothes.

Her world seemed to have lost all color, leaving only endless sorrow and darkness.

She forgot the passage of time, forgot everything around her, and her heart was filled only with that dress and her longing for her brother and brother-in-law.

His subordinates were extremely anxious seeing Ran Cang in such a state.

They stood outside Ran Cang's room, their faces filled with worry and helplessness.

They didn't know how to wake her up, how to pull her out of this endless sorrow.

They took turns staying by Ran Cang's side, trying to persuade her.

One of the subordinates said softly:

"Miss, please take care of yourself. The gentlemen would be heartbroken to see you like this."

Another subordinate continued:

“Miss, we still have a lot to do. We can’t stay immersed in sadness forever.”

However, Ran Cang seemed to have lost his hearing and did not respond to their words at all.

Her eyes were empty and lost, as if her soul had been emptied out.

She just sat there quietly, guarding the dress, as if waiting for someone who would never come back.