“The man she loves most?” Nahe’s smooth voice lifted in a mocking lilt. “Miss Impostor, let’s get one thing straight—Feng Guang’s most beloved man is me. My name’s Nahe, not the Demon Lord.”
Xia Yanyu was still mired in her painful self-reflection when Nahe suddenly butted in with that sarcastic remark, completely shattering the tearful, sentimental mood. His interruption left her momentarily speechless.
Feng Guang rubbed her forehead and sighed. “Since everyone’s here today, Yan Yu, let’s just clear everything up once and for all. Five hundred years ago, yes, I did like Jun Yu. Two months ago, yes, I did like Yun Ji. But all of that is in the past. You can see for yourself that there’s another man by my side now, so whether it’s Jun Yu or Yun Ji, you can feel free to like them.”
“Feng Guang…” Yan Yu started to say something.
Feng Guang cut her off again. “Don’t worry. Jun Yu and I have settled our scores. From now on, we’ll be nothing more than strangers. As for Yun Ji… neither of us owes the other anything, so you don’t need to feel guilty.”
“But…” Yan Yu choked up. “I just feel so despicable…”
Feng Guang shook her head, speaking with weary patience. “All these years, you’ve always protected me. If you feel you’ve wronged me, then consider it repaid in full.”
It wasn’t that Feng Guang was trying to be magnanimous—she simply wanted no more entanglements with the male and female leads. If they wanted to indulge in their twisted, star-crossed romance, fine—just as long as she wasn’t dragged into it.
Of course, to say she had no resentment at all would be a lie. As a time traveler who also retained her memories from five hundred years ago, she couldn’t help but feel a simmering dissatisfaction over Jun Yu—her across-the-centuries “ex”—being able to mistake her for someone else so easily.
So she stabbed him. Not fatally—the strike deliberately avoided a vital spot—but enough to cause heavy bleeding.
Jun Yu, being on the receiving end, naturally sensed this. And precisely because she had avoided his vital points, his emotions at this moment were all the more complicated.
Feng Guang turned to Nahe. “Let’s go.”
“You’re just going to let them go like that?” Nahe didn’t seem eager to leave. Truth be told, five hundred years ago, she had stood on the Bridge of No Return and declared that Jun Yu was the one she was waiting for. Now, in this lifetime, she’d once told Nahe herself that Yun Ji was the one she liked. No matter which of those two men it was, Nahe felt uneasy letting them live.
It wasn’t that he doubted Feng Guang’s feelings—it was himself he didn’t trust.
Feng Guang could tell exactly what he was thinking just by the look in his eyes. She took his hand and smiled. “If you’re that worried, then I’ll just go to the underworld with you.”
Wasn’t that saying she’d end her own life?
Nahe frowned. “I want you to live well.”
Death was far too soon for her. But he couldn’t deny that her words lifted his spirits—because he knew Feng Guang feared pain and cherished her life above all. It was precisely this ordinary human instinct that made him feel so pleased.
“Feng Guang.” As the two of them were about to leave, Yun Ji stepped forward, calling her name. Slowly, he asked, “He’s half-god, half-demon, and you’re human… You know what kind of consequences that would bring if you were together.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Feng Guang replied. “At worst, we just won’t have children.”
The corner of Nahe’s lips curled upward.
In stark contrast to his uplifted mood, Yun Ji’s expression slackened in stunned realization. That was the same answer she had once given him—and back then, he was the man closest to her. Now, everything had changed.
Nahe led Feng Guang away, vanishing from sight. The fading silhouette seemed to signal that she would never again appear in Yun Ji’s life.
Sometimes, once you miss your chance… it’s gone forever.
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