TSFLIP Chapter 751

Fengguang felt like a cat’s claws were scratching at her heart, leaving her unbearably restless. If he had shown even the slightest bit of sadness or dissatisfaction, she probably wouldn’t feel this heavy, stifling frustration—something she couldn’t release no matter what.

He gave a soft smile. “Fengguang, let’s not talk about my illness anymore. Tell me—why did you really come to see me today?”

She lifted her eyes in surprise.

“From the moment you walked in, I knew you were carrying something on your mind,” he said, his thin lips curved in a graceful smile, his eyes shimmering with light. “Fengguang, you’re easy to read. I can always tell what you’re thinking just by looking at your face.”

Not willing to back down, she said, “Since you claim you can read me, then go ahead—say it.”

“You want to ask about my identity… or more accurately, about Han Chen’s identity, right?”

Her mouth fell open. “How do you know that?”

“That’s not hard to guess. Today is Monday. A conscientious student council president wouldn’t skip class. As soon as you saw him, you would’ve realized I’m not Han Chen.” He paused briefly, then added with an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier that I wasn’t him. I was afraid that once you knew the truth, you’d turn away from me. Fengguang, all I wanted was a friend.”

“I don’t blame you,” she admitted, her emotions conflicted. “You never claimed to be Han Chen. It was my mistake for assuming you were.”

“But maybe… once you hear what I’m about to say, you won’t think that way anymore.”

She frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

“You came today because Han Chen asked you to, didn’t he? He wanted you to ask me about the relationship between us.” His smile was dazzling, almost disarming.

Caught off guard, Fengguang nodded, a little embarrassed. “Yes. He sent me.”

“I imagine that once you realized I wasn’t Han Chen, your first guess was that we were twin brothers. But I’m sure Han Chen denied that. And then you probably started thinking that maybe our relationship was bad.”

“…Yes.” She couldn’t deny it—everything she had thought, he had already laid out.

He stood by the window, tall and slender, sunlight pouring over him, making him look almost otherworldly, like a deity. Bathed in golden light, he smiled. “My name is Han Qi. Consider this a belated introduction. As for Han Chen… just as you suspected, he really is my clone.”

Hearing this, Fengguang wasn’t even shocked. She had been too captivated by his smile. After a long silence, she finally asked uncertainly, “They created a clone… because you were in poor health, and your parents wanted another heir?”

“Fengguang, you’re only half right.” He shook his head gently.

“Half?”

“No matter how advanced technology becomes—whether humans can travel easily into space, alter memories with medical techniques, or let artificial intelligence replace human work—there’s still one flaw. A clone’s lifespan will never be long.”

A trace of panic flickered in her eyes. “Lifespan… won’t be long?”

She suddenly understood something—something far more terrifying than realizing Han Chen was nothing more than Han Qi’s clone.