TSFLIP Chapter 918

Extra 4

“I want to find someone to adopt it,” she said in a muffled voice. “My father won’t let me keep a dog and told me to throw it away. But if I do that, it’ll just become a stray again and get bullied by people.”

“I can adopt it,” he said.

“Really?!” Her eyes widened. She could hardly believe she had found someone willing to take in the puppy so quickly.

A faint smile curved at Song Wuxia’s lips. “But… first, you have to tell me your name.”

She blinked in confusion. “You don’t know who I am?”

“Why should I know you?”

“Because I’m famous around here,” she said proudly. “Go ask anyone—you won’t find a single person who doesn’t know my great name: Xia Fengguang.”

He chuckled softly. “So your name is Fengguang.”

“Now that you know my name, what’s yours?”

“My name is… Yi Su.”
A single grain in the vast sea, he thought. Perhaps he was nothing more than a passing figure in her life.

“Then, Yi Su…” She placed the puppy into his arms. “You have to take good care of him. And remember—don’t let him eat too many sweets. I fed him sweets a few times, and now he’s completely addicted.”

“Alright,” he said gently. “Everything Fengguang says, I’ll remember.”

Seeing his smile, she momentarily lost focus. Then she raised her hand and lightly touched a scar on his face. “Yi Su, you’re hurt.”

“It’s just a minor injury. Nothing to worry about.”

“How did you get hurt?”

“I was looking for someone and had to take a difficult road.”

“Did you find the person you were looking for?”

In a low voice, he answered, “I already have.”

“That’s good, then.” She nodded, glanced at the sky, and said, “Yi Su, it’s getting late. I need to go home. Remember to take good care of the puppy.”

“Alright.”

She took a few steps, then turned back and waved at him. “I’ll head back now. If you have time, you can come to the Prime Minister’s residence and look for me.”

He nodded again and said, “Alright.”

When her figure finally disappeared into the crowd, the corners of his eyes lifted slightly, and for the first time, a trace of satisfaction appeared in his dark eyes.

He went to the Prime Minister’s residence many times after that. Of course, she never knew. He only stood quietly in a corner, secretly watching her every move. A small change could lead to countless consequences later on. Song Wuxia didn’t know there was a term for this—the butterfly effect—but he understood the principle well enough. That was why, even though Fengguang was so close, he never appeared before her.

He entered the palace again and saw himself at sixteen years old. The boy sat beneath a locust tree, seemingly reading quietly. But Song Wuxia knew the truth: this younger version of himself had just undergone castration, and his body still throbbed with pain. The book was merely a way to conceal his true emotions.

He didn’t approach. Instead, he left the puppy there. He knew very well that his younger, lonely self would keep the dog—and would name it Huyao.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, ten years were gone.

At last, things changed.

Fengguang was struck by a crazed horse and lost her memory—something Song Wuxia had never anticipated. By the time he arrived, all he could do was kill the horse to save her life.

Just as the wandering healer had said, when someone who should not exist appeared in the world ten years ago, the course of that world inevitably shifted. And the only way to prevent those changes was to interfere as little as possible—to do one’s utmost to become a transparent person, someone with no connections to anyone at all.