TSFLIP Chapter 110

The curtains blocked the sunlight from outside, casting the room in shadows. The white walls were adorned with various photographs, and without exception, the subject of every photo was one person: Feng Guang.

There was a picture of her reading on the balcony, bathed in warm sunlight, looking clean and beautiful. Another showed her swinging beneath a banyan tree, her hair flying and her smile bright and captivating. There was also a photo of her in the yard, helping her father water the flowers, bending slightly, with her delicate white fingers brushing her hair behind her ear. Whether in motion or still, each moment had been captured by the camera in its most beautiful form.

The shock in Feng Guang’s heart was indescribable, and a chill crept up her spine. She was still in An Tong’s embrace, pointing at the wall in confusion. “These… these…”

“I became more interested in you because I was bored in the past,” An Tong said, the corners of his lips curving into the perfect smile.

Feng Guang struggled to get off him, stepping closer to the wall to point at one of the photos. “This was when I just moved in; you’ve been… well…”

She couldn’t bring herself to say the word “spy” or “take” out loud.

“You’re just too radiant, I couldn’t help myself,” An Tong said as he hugged her tighter from behind. “You’ve said before that I’m yours, so you wouldn’t abandon me, right?”

She trembled slightly.

An Tong held her even closer, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “After all, you’ve said that you like me.”

Oh my, it felt like she had stumbled upon an extraordinary man.

Time rewound to three months ago, the day the Xia family moved in.

An Tong was reading when he was distracted by the sound of ping pong coming from outside. Originally, the house next door had been unoccupied. He pushed his wheelchair closer to the floor-to-ceiling window, slightly pulling the curtains aside. A beam of sunlight streaming in made him feel a bit uncomfortable, as he hadn’t been accustomed to the light. But once his gaze fell on the girl outside, he found it impossible to look away.

There was no denying that his first impression was that she was beautiful. With a second glance, he saw something different. Even a slight change in her expression revealed a confidence and pride that would not be disturbed by anyone else. That radiance, combined with the sunlight bathing her, was simply too dazzling. She stood beneath the banyan tree, reaching out to touch the swing he had played on as a child as if she were connecting with his childhood self.

An Tong’s mind felt muddled. If he were to find a beautiful phrase to describe this feeling, it would be like a spectacular firework had exploded in his brain. Yet he was not satisfied with the briefness of the firework’s display. An irrational impulse surged within him: he wanted to capture that firework and have it bloom beside him forever.

To put it simply, it was her. He had never imagined that he would experience love at first sight.

Everything that followed came to fruition naturally. He displayed his most gentle and caring side in front of her, believing she would grow fond of him out of pity. Indeed, she confessed her feelings to him, but An Tong was uncertain.

He installed a tracking device and a listening device on her phone. Every day, he hid in the dimly lit room, taking photographs of her. Even in the dead of night, he would look at her pictures, indulging himself. Yet, each time he released his pent-up feelings, the emptiness inside him only grew larger… he desired her, wanting to possess her completely. Her enchanting scent, and her sweet voice lingered constantly in his mind.

Had he become a pervert?

An Tong was frightened by this side of himself for the first time. He began to doubt whether he would hurt her; perhaps some boys of her age would be more suitable for her. But as it turned out, he later regretted having such thoughts.

Now, she was in his arms.

An Tong bent down, burying his face in her neck, taking in her scent deeply. He sighed in satisfaction. She had found Li Bi, and of course, he knew. His warm lips pressed against her smooth skin as he whispered, “This is the real me—disgusting, and twisted. Feng Guang, if you regret it now, it’s already too late.”

Who said she would regret it?

Feng Guang wrapped her arms around him, concealing the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. After a brief moment of shock, she became excited. Such a man was truly… intoxicating!

The system’s cold voice rang out: “Mission accomplished.”