TSFLIP Chapter 344

She was wearing the wedding dress from the photo shoot, the envelope Mr. A had sent, and this time, the dress… no matter which one, there were always baby’s breath flowers present.

Something in Feng Guang’s mind was on the verge of surfacing, but her attention was captured by a box on the bedside table. A note was attached to it, with a single sentence written: For the one I love the most.

The handwriting was familiar—it was identical to that on the letters Mr. A had sent her in the past.

She froze for a moment, then walked over. The antique wooden box lay there quietly. After a brief hesitation, she carefully opened it, revealing a folded piece of paper inside.

Feng Guang unfolded the paper. It was a sketch of a wedding dress. The lines looked a little immature, indicating the artist was quite young at the time, but the details were all there. She remembered that the dress she had worn that day was the same as the one in the design. In the bottom right corner of the paper was a note:

This is my very first design sketch, something I’ve treasured for many years. Now, I’m giving my most precious possession to you. From now on, you are my most cherished treasure.

So, it was him…

Feng Guang set down the sketch, and as her gaze lowered, she noticed a sand timer inside the box. A sand timer symbolizes time, but all the sand has settled at the bottom. Did that mean… time had run out?

“Don’t…” A weak voice came from the corner. “Don’t touch the sand timer…”

Feng Guang’s raised hand stopped mid-air. She turned and saw the man in black she hadn’t seen for a long time. He was lying in the corner, his body almost transparent. Through him, she could see the white wall behind him.

“It’s you…” Instinctively, she took a step back. The fear he had left her with still lingered. Even now, as he appeared to be fading, she couldn’t shake it.

He noticed her wariness and smirked faintly, his pale lips curving mockingly. Perhaps he was mocking himself. With effort, he leaned against the corner and let out a soft sigh. “It’s been a while. Seeing you alive… it’s both a relief and a regret.”

“What do you mean?” Feng Guang paused, then asked, “And what’s happened to you? Why do you look like this?”

“Can’t you tell? I’m about to disappear.”

“Disappear? Don’t be ridiculous. Someone like you, a malicious spirit, doesn’t vanish that easily.”

“I’m touched by your confidence in me,” he said, laughing softly as though genuinely amused. “You’re standing so far away. It’s hard for me to talk. Couldn’t you come a little closer?”

Caught off guard, she took a few hesitant steps forward but still kept a distance of three paces.

“Closer.”

With an inexplicable feeling stirring inside her, she stepped directly in front of him. Suddenly, he raised his hand—where he found the strength, she didn’t know—and pulled her into his arms.

Her first instinct was to pull away, but she stopped when she heard him whisper gently in her ear, “I’m about to disappear. Let me hold you properly one last time before I go.”

For some reason, an inexplicable sadness welled up inside her.

Seeing she wasn’t struggling anymore, he happily kissed her on the left cheek. “Feng Guang, you still care about me after all.”

“… Don’t misunderstand,” she said after a pause. “It’s just that seeing you like this reminded me of An Yi from the past.” Yes, An Yi had once spoken to her in such a heart-wrenching tone too.