Because of what Han Chen said, Feng Guang suddenly felt her head go fuzzy. If the one in the hospital wasn’t Han Chen but someone named Han Qi, and they had the same face, then anyone’s first instinct would be to assume they were twin brothers. But Han Chen denied it. If they weren’t twins… then what could they be?
She didn’t believe the TV-drama trope that there could be two completely unrelated people who looked exactly alike. This wasn’t some substitute-romance world. Two identical faces without a blood tie were impossible. And with the degree of resemblance they shared, it had to mean they were direct relatives—otherwise, there was no way.
Feng Guang’s eyes suddenly widened. She slowly raised her hand to cover her mouth. She had just come up with a wild, unbelievable guess—one so shocking it left her reeling.
Han Chen let out a low laugh, but the amusement carried a cold edge. “Looks like you’re pretty smart, Miss Xia. Since you’ve already guessed it, why keep doubting?”
“This… this can’t be possible…”
“Why not?”
She shook her head. “I just don’t see… I don’t see the point of doing something like this…”
“If you can’t figure it out, you can always ask him.” Han Chen suddenly stepped closer, seized her wrist, and pushed her back against the wall. Then he leaned in, his face just inches from hers. His eyes narrowed dangerously, like a venomous snake coiled and ready to strike. “Let me guess… Han Qi never told you that I’m not the same person as him because he knows his time is short, and he thinks it doesn’t matter anymore. Am I right?”
When he mentioned Han Qi’s days being numbered, his black eyes turned icy, a chill radiating from him that made her shiver to the bone.
Han Chen had always seemed gentle, polite, breezy—like drifting clouds. This was the first time Feng Guang had seen him like this. Compared to his usual softness, which was like fog—untouchable, impossible to grasp—right now, he felt real, solid, and terrifying.
Her gaze flickered. “You hate him?”
“Hate?” He laughed as if she’d just told him a joke. “It’s because of him that I even came into this world. So tell me—should I hate him?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“Of course you don’t. You’ll never be able to understand what I feel.”
“Even so, both you and he exist in this world, don’t you?”
“Yeah. I exist in this world only as a byproduct.”
Feng Guang stubbornly said, “No matter who it is, no one should be treated as just someone else’s byproduct.”
“How interesting… You’re really looking at me as a person, aren’t you?”
She gave a dry laugh. “Hard to think of a man pinning me against the wall as some stray cat or dog instead.”
For a brief moment, Han Chen’s expression faltered—but only for an instant. His gaze dropped, taking in the sight of her tilting her head up, lips pressed shut, but eyes filled with unyielding defiance. She stared straight at him, completely forgetting that she was the one restrained.
He stayed silent for a long while. Then suddenly, he smiled—like spring sunlight breaking through, flooding the earth with warmth. His voice softened. “Tell me, Miss Xia… in your heart, what kind of person is Han Qi?”
Feng Guang paused only briefly before answering without hesitation. “He’s… a perfect person.”
Lucien On ABRWF Chapter 34.1