TSFLIP Chapter 772

Feng Guang looked at Han Chen, wanting to say something more, when suddenly, he took her hand in his. His grip tightened, pulling her closer. Bending down slightly, he raised his other hand to gently brush her cheek.

“Feng Guang,” he said softly, his voice calm but layered with something she couldn’t name, “you’re someone I can’t see through. Someone I can’t quite figure out how to feel about. You want Han Qi to live so desperately, yet you’re the one trying to set me free. I thought I understood you, but I don’t.”

“Han Chen…” She tried to pull her hand back, but his grip was too strong. Stunned, she murmured, “Maybe… maybe you could try again. I can ask my father to find you the best doctors—”

“It’s too late.” His voice was low and hoarse, heavy with despair and resignation. “From the moment I was born, my death was already decided. I can’t escape it. Han Wei told me long ago—being a clone means my short life span can never be changed.”

Feng Guang parted her lips but couldn’t form any words.

Han Chen’s eyes curved faintly as he smiled, but there was a sadness in them that chilled her. “I met you first,” he said quietly. “So why did you fall in love with Han Qi instead…? But maybe it’s for the best. At least he still has a chance to live.”

“Han Chen…”

He suddenly asked, “Xia Feng Guang, are you afraid of the dark?”

Before she could understand what he meant, he shoved her gently but firmly onto the hospital bed. Then he turned, walked out of the room, and shut the door behind him.

A sense of dread shot through her. She scrambled off the bed and rushed to the door, pounding on it. “Han Chen! What are you doing!?”

“Doing what I was meant to do,” his voice came faintly from the other side—steady, emotionless.

After a long silence, Feng Guang’s voice trembled as she said, “You could still leave…”

“My identity means I can’t escape this fate,” he said softly. “Xia Feng Guang, thank you for coming to see me today. Can I ask you for one thing?”

It was the first time he had ever used the word ask.
When he learned what he was as a child, he hadn’t begged Han Wei to let him live. Even when Han Wei’s men brought him here, he hadn’t begged for mercy.
But now, at this moment, he used that word.

“What is it?”

“When I die,” he said, “scatter my ashes into the sea. I want to drift in the endless ocean… to see farther and farther places.”

Her throat tightened. “Alright… I promise you.”

He sounded lighter now, almost at peace. “Then I can face my death without regret.”

His words fell softly, followed by the sound of footsteps—slow at first, then fading, until they disappeared completely.

Feng Guang pressed her hand against the door and slowly sank to the ground. Curling up in the corner, she let her tears fall, one by one, onto the cold tile floor. Her quiet sobs filled the empty room, growing into the sound of heartbreak that couldn’t be held back any longer.

Some encounters between people are like shooting stars—brief, dazzling, unforgettable, but destined to fade in an instant.

But between Han Chen and Feng Guang, there hadn’t even been a spark. Only the cruel workings of fate.

A day later, news came that the surgery had been a success.
Half a month after that, Han Qi finally woke up. Han Wei and Zhen Wei could at last rest easy.

The day after Han Qi regained consciousness, Feng Guang came to the hospital. Sitting at his bedside, she smiled faintly and said, “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

Han Qi still had a breathing tube in, but he managed to lift the corners of his lips in a weak smile. “Feng Guang… you don’t look well.”