TSFLIP Chapter 1056

Fengguang had always been afraid of pain—let alone pain this intense. For a moment, she thought that no matter what happened to the mission, maybe it would be better to just let her die like this.

Only… she couldn’t bear the thought of her parents in this lifetime having to bury their own child.

“Mom…” Fengguang looked at Wang Ci’s anguished expression and, holding her hand, tried to comfort her. “Make up with Dad… have another child… love them the way you love me…”

Wang Ci’s eyes filled with tears. Her voice trembled. “No… I only need you, Fengguang.”

“Don’t be too sad…” Fengguang could feel her strength slipping away. She spoke in broken breaths, “Don’t grieve for too long… maybe… maybe when I reach the underworld, I’ll be free from illness… and happily eating candy…”

“Fengguang… don’t fall asleep…” Wang Ci’s voice had turned into a plea.

Suddenly, a silver whip shot out from a nearby room, wrapping precisely around Fengguang’s waist. Wang Ci felt her arms go empty—Fengguang had vanished from her embrace.

At that moment, Xia Chao, who had sensed something was wrong downstairs, rushed over just in time to see Fengguang being pulled inside. His heart clenched, and he charged toward the room alongside Wang Ci.

But when they saw what lay inside, they froze in shock.

A man dressed in white held the young girl in his arms. His expression was serious and focused as he gently stroked her cheek. In his dark eyes flickered a trace of confusion… and something like bewilderment.

Fengguang’s eyes opened slightly, hazy and unfocused. She stared at him for a long moment. The face before her seemed familiar—like something from her memories.

At last, she let out a faint sigh and murmured unconsciously, “Am I dreaming…? How did you get so much older…”

His pupils shrank. Instantly, he pulled her tighter into his arms.

“Fengguang…” he called softly.

There was an indescribable sense of fulfillment in his voice.

Then, as if remembering something, he raised his right hand and used his fingers like a blade to slice open his left wrist. He drew a mouthful of his own blackened blood—then lowered his head and, right in front of her parents, pressed his lips to hers.

Not only Xia Chao and Wang Ci—even Leng Qingjue was stunned.

The man’s actions had been too sudden—and more importantly, Fengguang was only thirteen.

This was beyond shameless.

As a father, Xia Chao was the first to roar, “Let her go!”

At the same time, he acted. A sword appeared in his hand, and he leapt forward, striking at the man.

But the man merely raised one hand. An invisible wall of internal energy formed, blocking Xia Chao completely.

Wang Ci, unlike Xia Chao, was not a martial artist. She practiced the mystical arts passed down through her family. Forming seals with her hands, she summoned a blazing fire dragon—but it, too, slammed into the invisible barrier and could not advance an inch.

Meanwhile, the man in white never once left Fengguang’s lips. After passing the mouthful of black blood to her, he lingered there for several more minutes. Only when he seemed satisfied did he finally allow her to breathe.

A faint, alluring flush colored Fengguang’s face. She had not awakened—her breathing was slow and steady.

She had fallen asleep.

The man supported her back with one hand and cradled the back of her head with the other, letting her rest comfortably against his shoulder. Then, he smiled.

Cleaner than pear blossoms in full bloom, clearer than the waters of a snowy mountain stream.

He looked… happy.

Xia Chao raged, “You beast—let go of my daughter!”

“She’s perfectly fine with me,” the man in white replied with an elegant smile. “Father-in-law.”

“…What?!”

Xia Chao froze for a second—then exploded, “Who the hell are you calling your father-in-law?!”