TSFLIP Chapter 769

Zhen Wei asked softly, “Miss Xia, you and Han Qi…”

“He likes me, and I like him,” Feng Guang said openly and without hesitation. Her eyes, though, were damp—perhaps from the time in the emergency room, perhaps from the frantic trip here. The faint traces of tears only made her determination look even more unshakable.

Zhen Wei didn’t show any sign of displeasure. Her voice was calm and gentle. “Liking Han Qi takes a lot of courage, Miss Xia. You deserve someone better.”

“But this is one thing I’m not short of—courage.” Feng Guang pressed her lips together. “Han Qi is a coward. He said he liked me, yet he tried to use death to run away from it. So… so I have to be the one who pushes forward. I won’t give up. I want him to live—even if it’s painful, he has to live.”

Zhen Wei paused, then let out a long, quiet sigh.

Han Qi was transferred to the ICU. His vitals had stabilized, but no one could say for sure whether it would last.

Feng Guang placed her hand against the glass window. Standing outside the room, all she could do was look at him through the thick glass barrier. He was lying there so still and silent. She couldn’t get close, couldn’t hear him breathe—and that terrified her. She couldn’t help wondering: if she’d been just a little later today… would he really have chosen to give up and leave this world?

After some time, Han Wei and Zhen Wei returned. Han Wei said, “It’s already five in the morning. I just called your father and told him you’re with me. You’ve been standing here for hours—go rest for a while. You can sleep in Han Qi’s old room.”

Feng Guang glanced at Zhen Wei, whose expression seemed subtly off. She sensed something was wrong, but she still nodded and slowly walked away.

Han Wei didn’t want her there for one reason only. Han Chen had arrived.

Two men in black closed a hospital room door just as she passed them in the hallway. Feng Guang paused briefly. When she walked by that room, she tried to act like she didn’t care, but couldn’t help glancing toward it. The door was shut tight. Nothing could be seen inside.

The guilt of having been unable to save him, mixed with the desperate hope of wanting Han Qi to live, tore at her heart. She leaned against the wall, her hands clenching into fists. Why did all this have to happen before her eyes?

She hadn’t wanted to know any of it—clones, sacrifices, all these terrible things she could’ve lived her whole life without learning. Now she couldn’t even lie to herself anymore.

Inside that closed room, the light was dim—so different from the brightly lit corridor outside.

Han Chen sat quietly on the bed, his face expressionless—no joy, no fear, no anger. He had long since prepared himself for this day, so now he felt no panic at all.

After all, hadn’t he lived safely for nearly eighteen years? He knew perfectly well that if Han Qi hadn’t spoken up for him, Han Wei would have locked him away somewhere hidden instead of letting him go to school and live like a normal person.

So Han Chen often couldn’t tell whether he hated Han Qi more or owed him more. His very existence was because of Han Qi, and so was his fate—to be sacrificed for him.

It was a contradiction he could never escape.