TSFLIP Chapter 229

The whispers of lovers are the most captivating.

But Feng Guang’s heart had been utterly frozen by the relentless wind and snow. She shivered uncontrollably, remembering how she once thought his embrace was the warmest place in the world. Now, she could only feel that it was the coldest—so cold it left her gasping for air.

She couldn’t comprehend how this man could admit to killing her father and still treat her with such tenderness. What terrified her even more was the genuine clarity in his eyes—there wasn’t a hint of deceit.

He was simply stating a fact, as if he truly believed killing her father wasn’t a big deal, and that she wouldn’t feel sadness or grief because of it.

“Feng Guang…” Xue Ran’s hand rested gently on her cheek. Feeling her trembling, his handsome brows furrowed slightly in concern as he asked, “Are you cold? The wind is strong out here. Let’s go inside.”

“Don’t touch me!” The outburst came late, but her voice was nearly hysterical. She used all her strength to push him away and stumbled backward. As she was about to fall, Qing Yu caught her from behind.

Xue Ran stood frozen, helpless. His calm, water-like gaze carried a wounded depth that was hard to meet. Her rejection had hurt him, and it showed.

It’s fake… all of it is fake!

Feng Guang told herself this as she saw what was happening behind him. Guan Yueyue was frantically administering medicine, trying to save a barely breathing Nangong Li. Both of them were Xue Ran’s disciples. He had once been exasperated by Guan Yueyue’s coquettishness and had shown fatherly concern for Qing Yu’s aloofness. And yet, all of them, he could abandon. Feng Guang could believe that he would nonchalantly kill everyone here without a second thought.

A fear she had never felt before gripped her. Clutching Qing Yu’s hand tightly, she whispered, “Let’s go…”

She didn’t know where she found the confidence to say that, but an inner voice told her she had to leave with Qing Yu. Otherwise… they would be trapped here forever.

“Feng Guang, are you leaving me?” Xue Ran asked softly. His thin frame looked so forlorn in the night, making it nearly impossible for anyone to harden their heart and walk away from him.

“You’re not the Xue Ran I knew… don’t talk to me in that tone!” Feng Guang dragged Qing Yu and ran.

Xue Ran stood motionless for a long time. When the clouds swallowed the moon, the last glimmer in his dark eyes disappeared. At last, he moved—a five-foot-long whip slid from his sleeve. Just as it was about to coil around Feng Guang’s waist, a sword sliced through the air, colliding with the whip and deflecting it toward a peach tree.

Xue Ran’s gaze turned icy. As the whip struck again, Sun Yidao landed on the ground and intercepted it with his sword. The whip coiled around the gleaming blade, which shimmered in the moonlight.

The silver whip, though appearing soft, gleamed with a deadly precision under the moon. Anyone who touched it would know that merely breaking bones would be a merciful outcome.

“The most shameless man alive!” Feng Guang shouted in excitement upon seeing Sun Yidao.

Sun Yidao shot her a glare. “Can’t you call me ‘senior’ in a moment like this?”

“Senior…” Feng Guang complied, addressing him as he wished. His arrival felt like their only hope of survival.

Sun Yidao snorted in response, then turned to Xue Ran. His usual nonchalance was gone, replaced with a wary sharpness in his murky eyes. “The Silver Dragon—a weapon belonging to the previous leader of the Demonic Sect. Xue Ran, you are hiding many secrets.”