TSFLIP Chapter 1094

“No, I don’t want jewelry,” Jin Guoguo said with a sweet smile. “How about you share Dr. Qi with me?”

“…What?”

“Since we’re friends now, we should share our best things,” Jin Guoguo said as if it were perfectly natural. “Don’t worry, I won’t take him away from you. Just give me half of him, okay?”

“Wait… how exactly am I supposed to split him?”

“Hmm…” Jin Guoguo thought for a long time. “How about this—he’s mine during the day and yours at night. Sound good?”

Fengguang felt like her entire worldview had just shattered.

“If you don’t like that, we can switch it around!”

“Nurse Jin… I think you should understand that Dr. Qi is a person, not an object,” Fengguang said, her head starting to ache. Besides, they weren’t even in that kind of relationship!

“But… but you’re living with him. That means he must like you. As long as you ask, he’ll definitely agree.”

“He doesn’t like me… and I’m not interested in some kind of three-person arrangement.” Just imagining Jin Guoguo’s bizarre proposal made Fengguang twitch.

“Fengguang, you don’t want to, do you? Why not? Aren’t we friends now?” A mist of tears gathered in Jin Guoguo’s eyes. Then, she suddenly pulled out a knife.

“Whoa—what the hell?!” Fengguang jumped to her feet and backed away. “What are you doing?!”

“I… I’m going to punish myself.” Jin Guoguo started crying. “It must be because I didn’t do well enough, that’s why you won’t agree.”

Before Fengguang could react, Jin Guoguo raised the knife and slashed her own arm. Fengguang froze for a moment, and when she saw her about to cut again, she rushed forward and grabbed her wrist.

“Are you crazy?!”

“Crazy? No… I’m not crazy…” Jin Guoguo suddenly became agitated. She shook off Fengguang’s grip, and as she swung the knife, it sliced across the back of Fengguang’s left hand.

The wound wasn’t deep, but blood welled up. Clutching her hand, Fengguang realized something was seriously wrong and forced herself to stay calm.

“Calm down. We can talk this through.”

“Talk… okay, Xiao Jia, let’s talk.” Jin Guoguo suddenly smiled again and quieted down.

Fengguang had no idea who “Xiao Jia” was, but she softened her voice. “Can you put the knife down first?”

“Okay, since Xiao Jia asked…” Jin Guoguo tossed the knife onto the floor. She seemed to be in a good mood—until she noticed the cut on Fengguang’s hand.

Her pupils shrank. Clutching her head, she said in pain, “Xiao Jia… I hurt you. I’m sorry…”

“It’s just a small cut. It’ll heal soon—”

“No, you’re bleeding!” Jin Guoguo suddenly screamed, completely losing control. “You’re bleeding! I killed you! I killed you! You’re so beautiful… how can you die? I’m a bad woman. I need to be punished… I need to be punished…”

As she backed toward the window, Fengguang realized what she was about to do and rushed forward.

“Stop!”

A figure flew out the window like a falling leaf.

Then came a heavy thud.

Fengguang slowly walked to the window.

On the concrete below lay a woman in white, her limbs twisted at unnatural angles, her body soaked in blood.

Fengguang covered her mouth and slid down against the wall, crouching there as her body trembled uncontrollably. She didn’t know how long had passed before the door opened again.

The man in a white doctor’s coat stepped in and pulled her into his arms.

Her voice still shook. “Jin Guoguo, she…”

“I know. This isn’t your fault.”

She bit her lip and said nothing.

He let out a quiet sigh. In that simple exhale, a young life seemed to vanish without a trace. Then he took her injured hand, his expression unreadable, and said gently:

“Such a beautiful hand… it mustn’t be hurt again.”