TSFLIP Chapter 362

Curious, Wen Qiong agreed. He and Qiu Liang drove for an hour, then hiked ten more minutes up the mountain, finally arriving at the crowded Yue Lao Shrine. Qiu Liang had genuinely wanted to take him out for fresh air, but he had also come here to gather inspiration for his new drama. The moment they arrived, Qiu Liang pulled out his camera and started snapping photos non-stop, too preoccupied to notice that this was Wen Qiong’s first time in such a densely packed place.

Wen Qiong hated crowds. He hated noise even more. Boredom crept in—he never should have let a moment of curiosity bring him to this suffocating place.

Just as he turned to leave, something soft crashed into his chest.

What was this feeling?

A body so delicate, it made him want to press her into him. A scent so sweet, it made him want to hold her tight and never let go. Wen Qiong couldn’t find the right words to describe the emotions surging within him.

The woman quickly stepped back. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Mm… her voice—melodious, gentle. So lovely that it made him want to pin her down, to hear her pleading beneath him.

For the first time, Wen Qiong felt something completely out of his control. The unfamiliarity of it left him momentarily dazed, and then, instinctively, he realized—this sensation was uncontrollable. And he had always hated losing control.

But today, all of his dislikes, all of his carefully constructed rationality, crumbled away.

He wanted this woman.

Yet, before he could react, she had already hurried off.

At some point, Qiu Liang had wandered over. “That girl who just ran off… judging by her silhouette, I’d say that was Xia Fengguang. I ran into her agent earlier, so I’m pretty sure it was her.”

“Xia Fengguang…” Wen Qiong murmured, rolling the name over his tongue. Slowly, he pressed a hand to his chest. His heart was pounding violently, urging him to chase after her.

No rush.

She wouldn’t escape.

The emotional turmoil sent Wen Qiong back to the hospital. His condition had worsened, according to the doctors. Qiu Liang felt deeply guilty, convinced that it was his fault Wen Qiong’s health had deteriorated.

Wen Qiong didn’t bother reassuring him otherwise. A person’s guilt could be such a useful thing.

Having someone follow Fengguang wasn’t enough. He couldn’t suppress the emotions raging inside him. He began writing letters in the hospital, pouring out his feelings. He also started visiting the unconscious man in the adjacent ward, speaking to him in a quiet voice—just like they had chatted together all those years ago. Wen Qiong talked, and the man listened patiently. The only difference was that now, the comatose man would never answer.

A few months passed. Wen Qiong’s condition worsened.

Then, one day, Qiu Liang came to him with grief in his eyes. “My father… he couldn’t hold on anymore. He passed away.”

Wen Qiong offered his condolences. “He wouldn’t want you to be sad.”

Another month passed, and Qiu Liang slowly emerged from his grief. One day, he smiled gratefully at Wen Qiong and said, “Thank you for being there for me. You were right—people have to move forward.”

No. He would not move forward.

Panic gripped Wen Qiong.

Qiu Liang had been devastated, but with time, he could still smile again. Time did wash everything away.

But what if Wen Qiong died?

Fengguang didn’t even know he existed. Even if she mourned, it would be brief—she would never cry for him, never even remember his name.

Unacceptable.

One night, in the silence of his hospital room, he made a decision.

He would take her with him—away from this dull, meaningless world.

And so, at that moment, everything began to unravel.