TSFLIP Chapter 325

Feng Guang darted to the furthest corner of the room, pressing herself against the wall and shouting, “Don’t come any closer!”

“Feng Guang… what’s wrong?” His dark eyes were filled with a heartbreaking confusion that made it hard to look away.

For a moment, Feng Guang hesitated. Then she shook her head fiercely, forcing herself to ignore the fleeting sense of relief that had almost washed over her. “Stay away from me… I… I’m scared…”

Her voice quivered, and she was on the verge of tears. She had visited countless worlds, but encountering a ghost was a first. She’d rather endure the tragic endings of other missions, like the one with Xue Ran, than face a ghost. No matter how painful those missions were, the system could reset her emotions, and it would all be over. But fear was different. The thought of seeing a ghost would haunt her no matter how much time passed.

Hearing her words, An Yi’s gaze softened, but a profound sadness filled his eyes, enough to break anyone’s heart. His lips pressed into a thin line as he spoke cautiously, “If there’s something about me you don’t like, I’ll change it. Just… please don’t say you’re afraid of me.”

It had to be said—when a handsome man showed such vulnerability, it was hard not to feel a certain pull.

Feng Guang was, after all, a woman—a woman who appreciated beauty. She couldn’t help but feel a flicker of attraction, but her rational mind quickly reminded her: this man… no, this ghost, wasn’t alive. That thought alone made her uneasy.

Humans naturally fear the unknown, and she was no exception.

“You don’t want me to come closer, so I’ll stay here… Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.” His once-bright eyes dimmed, leaving only emptiness and loneliness behind.

Suddenly, Feng Guang felt a pang of guilt, as if she’d committed some unspeakable sin. She hadn’t meant to hurt him—it wasn’t intentional! She was just… afraid of ghosts!

But the look of isolation on his face tugged at her heartstrings, making it impossible to ignore.

After a long inner struggle, Feng Guang bit her lip and nervously extended a trembling hand. “You… you let me touch you. Maybe… maybe if I touch you, I won’t be as scared…”

A faint glimmer of light flickered in his dark eyes as he stepped closer and reached out his hand. Feng Guang’s fingers hesitated for what felt like an eternity before they finally brushed against his. His hand was slightly cool but solid to the touch. Real.

She silently hypnotized herself: He’s no different from a normal person. He’s no different.

Of course, this only worked if she completely ignored how he’d walked through a glass window just moments ago.

“Feng Guang…” he called her name gently as if waiting for her to say something.

Her stiff hand slowly began to relax. “Actually… you’re not that scary…” she said, though her words were a complete lie.

Hearing this, An Yi’s face lit up, and he flipped his hand to clasp hers, pulling her into his arms. Feng Guang, who had just begun to soften, instantly tensed up again.

He lowered his head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, and spoke with heartfelt joy. “Don’t be afraid of me. I’ll treat you better than anyone else in this world ever could.”

“…I’m so touched,” she muttered flatly.

Touched to the point of tears—because she still couldn’t completely suppress her fear! How could anyone remain calm when faced with something they were genuinely terrified of?

She wasn’t there yet. Maybe she just needed more time.

An Yi asked expectantly, “Can we kiss now?”

Her response was blank. “No.”

He persisted, unwilling to give up. “Not even a little?”

“Absolutely not.”

His clear, bright eyes filled with disappointment.