TSFLIP Chapter 311

“If I meet many people…” he murmured, “and still want to like you?”

Feng Guang lazily waved her hand. “Then we’ll talk about it when the time comes.”

Her attitude was as casual as when she’d procrastinate on homework until the last minute, refusing to think about it until the deadline loomed.

“Feng Guang, what are you doing here?” Liu Han, worried about her, stepped out and saw her standing in the hallway, walking over curiously to ask.

Feng Guang turned and saw Liu Han. Without thinking, she said, “I’m chatting with Yu Shu.”

“Yu Shu? Are you kidding?” Liu Han lightly tapped her on the head. “Yu Shu is currently discussing the script with Director Qiu Liang. Where exactly did you chat with him?”

Feng Guang froze, then glanced to the side. “Right here… where did he go?”

She looked around, but the man who had been talking with her for so long had disappeared without a trace.

“Feng Guang, are you overworked and starting to hallucinate? I only saw you standing here by yourself when I came over—where’s the second person?”

“I…” She panicked. “I was talking to someone just now. Maybe… maybe it wasn’t Yu Shu, and I mistook him for someone else. But there was absolutely someone here!”

“Okay, okay, there was someone,” Liu Han replied, humoring her. “Once we finish filming The Lost Dreams of the Ancient City, I’ll take you on a vacation to relax. You’ve been working too hard lately.”

“Hmph! You’re the one hallucinating!” Feng Guang stomped her foot in frustration and started walking away.

Liu Han quickly followed. “Wait, you little brat! You don’t even know how to drive. Are you planning to walk back to the hotel?”

Feng Guang shouted back, “You don’t believe me, so just let me walk back alone!”

“Alright, alright, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have doubted you…”

As the two figures moved farther away, a man standing behind a tree raised his right hand. That hand, which had just held hers, still seemed to retain the comforting warmth of her touch.

He stared at his palm, suddenly finding something strange. It wasn’t the temperature difference between them that felt odd—it was the unfamiliar emotions swirling in his heart.

Because as he got closer to her, he discovered not only that her hand’s warmth brought him comfort, but also that her scent evoked an inexplicable fondness in him.

And he hadn’t experienced the sensation of smell in a very long time.

Feng Guang had no idea a man was thinking about her. When she returned to the hotel, she unexpectedly ran into Luo Chenxi at the elevator. This time, the man next to Luo Chenxi was different—a tall, slender young man with an air of perpetual melancholy in his furrowed brows.

Feng Guang suddenly felt ashamed of herself. How could she have mistaken the man in the mansion for Yu Shu? Yu Shu was famously called the “Prince of Melancholy,” while the man from the mansion—though far surpassing a prince in looks—had eyes that always held a smile, completely devoid of any melancholy.

The man now sticking close to Luo Chenxi, on the other hand, was so steeped in melancholy it seemed like he might gaze wistfully at the sky at a 45-degree angle at any moment.

While they waited for the elevator, Liu Han was the first to greet him. “Mr. Yu, have you finished discussing the script with Director Qiu?”

“Mm.” Yu Shu nodded, his eyes brimming with radiant sorrow. “This story is so heartbreaking. The journey is enchanting, but the ending is bittersweet. After reading the script, I find it hard to step out of the character of Qian Mo. ‘Since parting, I dream of meeting again; how many times have my soul and dreams been with you?’ Sigh…”

Feng Guang tugged on Liu Han’s sleeve and whispered, “Is he sick or something?”

Liu Han whispered back, “He’s the Prince of Melancholy. How could he not be a little melancholic?”