TSFLIP Chapter 1112

She had no idea how long she had been running, but the shoreline was finally getting closer.

Even with her nearsightedness, though she could not clearly make out the man stepping off the boat, she recognized him immediately from his silhouette alone.

It was her father.

“Dad—”

A hand suddenly clamped over her mouth, swallowing the word before it could fully escape.

Fengguang’s eyes widened.

Her struggling was useless.

The man behind her wrapped his other arm tightly around her waist and dragged her behind a tree.

Qi Wei held her firmly from behind. He could feel her violent resistance, yet he only tightened his grip, pinning both her hands behind her back. The force hurt, but he had no intention of letting go.

Lowering his head beside her ear, he let out a soft laugh.

“Fengguang… you’ve been very disobedient.”

Another gust of wind swept across the shore.

No one on the beach noticed what was happening in the woods nearby, just as the people in the woods had no idea what Zhang Huai had said to Xia Chao.

The boat that had only just arrived at shore quickly departed again after Xia Chao returned on board.

Fengguang’s tears spilled out uncontrollably.

As she watched the ship sail farther and farther away, it carried off every last shred of her hope.

She could have escaped.

She really could have left.

If only she had taken one more step.

If only she had been able to move one step farther.

Qi Wei finally removed the hand covering her mouth. He pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head, then lowered his own from behind to kiss away her tears.

Softly, tenderly, he said,

“Don’t cry. You still have me with you.”

“Can’t you… let me go?” She tried desperately to calm herself, but her voice still trembled with sobs. “Qi Wei… can’t you find someone else? I don’t want to stay here… I want to go home…”

“I know,” he said, his smiling eyes fixed on her. “There are many places Fengguang wants to go. But the places I can go… are very, very few.”

Still smiling, he continued:

“If Fengguang wants to go home, then I’ll take Fengguang home.”

But the “home” he meant was nothing more than the house he used to imprison her.

“I don’t want to go back with you…”

“Don’t throw a tantrum.” His voice remained gentle. “I’m seriously thinking about how I should punish you, Fengguang.”

Then he added quietly:

“I’ve spoiled you too much. Once in a while… let me indulge myself too.”

She was brought back to the plain little room and roughly thrown onto the bed.

Qi Wei had always been a clean person, yet when he saw the cuts on her feet from the thorns and the dirt staining her soles, he made no move to clean her.

Fengguang felt dizzy.

Only then did she remember—

She was still sick.

But Qi Wei no longer cared about that.

He casually removed his doctor’s coat. His long, elegant fingers slowly undid the buttons of his white shirt.

Then he pressed himself down over her, gripping her chin as he looked at her pale face and laughed softly.

“You really are fragile…”

“Qi Wei…” she called weakly, “let me go…”

“No matter what kind of sounds Fengguang makes today,” he said, smiling darkly, “I don’t intend to stop.”

“Even if you cry from the pain.”

In the end, she still broke down crying.

It hurt too much.

From behind her, Qi Wei kissed her cheek and whispered gently,

“I told you, didn’t I? No matter how much pain Fengguang is in… I won’t stop.”

Time passed from day into night.

Gradually, she no longer even had the strength to cry.

By the end, she could not even remember how it stopped. The fever and the pain dragged her into unconsciousness.

This was not tenderness.

It was torture.

When another sunset gave way to moonrise, Fengguang groggily opened her eyes.

Immediately, violent coughing overtook her.

There was only one thought left in her mind:

Pain.

Pain everywhere.

Even the slightest movement sent unbearable agony coursing through her body.

Then she heard the sound of chains.

Panic flooded her instantly.

Something was wrong.

Struggling, she forced herself upright in bed. When she pulled back the blanket, her gaze traveled down her legs—marked everywhere with bruises and traces of abuse—until it reached the chains locked around her ankles.

The sight was impossible to ignore.

Fengguang slowly lay back down.

One arm covered her eyes.

Strangely enough, she was calm.

“System,” she said quietly, “I’m requesting death.”