TSFLIP Chapter 313

Feng Guang asked, “Do you know who sent this?”

“It was delivered to the front desk by a postal worker,” the hotel staff replied.

She noticed the postmark on the envelope. The letter had been sent two weeks ago, which immediately gave her an eerie feeling. How could the sender have known she would be at this hotel two weeks later?

The staff member left quickly, and she closed the door, opening the envelope with a strange sense of unease. Inside was a piece of paper, the handwriting neat, and soothing to look at. The content of the letter was calm and unassuming:

Feng Guang,

How was work today? Have you recovered from your cold a while ago? Perhaps you shouldn’t push yourself so hard. Take some time to rest. I don’t want to hear about you ending up in the hospital.

The view outside my window today is lovely. The sunlight is warm, and the wind sounds pleasant. But still, it’s not as pleasing as your voice. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital is unpleasant, but when I recall the day you fell into my arms, just remembering your scent is enough to make me forget my worries. I keep telling myself I’ll recover soon. When I do, I’ll come see you and tell you just how much I like you.

Even though the chance of saying this feels slim, it’s okay. You said that people need hope to keep living. You are my hope.

I overheard the doctors telling my parents outside the door that my condition was severe and that they should start preparing for the worst. But I don’t want to give up yet. You haven’t met me—how can I die before that happens?

The treatment is painful, and living under the constant threat of death is exhausting. The patient in the room next to mine passed away yesterday. He had been in a coma for days and couldn’t hold on. I felt a bit sad, as I no longer have anyone to share my thoughts of you with. But it doesn’t matter. Writing you this letter feels like the same thing.

You must be in the ancient town filming Dreams of the Lost City. How is it? Do you like the scenery there?

I know you don’t like tragedies, but I’m sure you’ll do well in this drama. I read the book—it’s wonderful, except for the part where the male and female leads kiss. But that’s okay. You never film kiss scenes, so I’m not worried.

I’ve heard many girls like Yu Shu, but I know you won’t. After all, your ideal type is a gentle and considerate man.

Feng Guang, I’ll treat you gently. When the day comes that we finally meet, will you fall for me?

—Yours,
Mr. A

After finishing the letter, Feng Guang felt a chill run down her spine. The tone was calm, as though the sender was speaking to someone he’d known for years. Yet, he clearly stated that she didn’t know him.

As a public figure, Feng Guang had participated in many interviews, and it wasn’t difficult for someone to learn her preferences. But her recent cold hadn’t been reported by any media.

Clutching the letter, she left her room and hurried to Liu Han’s. Liu Han, wearing a face mask, opened the door, startled by Feng Guang’s urgency. “What’s going on?”

“Sister Han, look!” Feng Guang handed her the letter.

Liu Han didn’t read the contents. As soon as she saw the envelope, her expression darkened. “Another one of these letters? And this time, it was delivered directly to you.”

“What do you mean?” Feng Guang asked in shock. “Are you saying… this person has sent me many letters before?”