TSFLIP Chapter 347

Feng Guang asked in a conflicted tone, “Do you have to disappear?”

“Reluctant to let me go?” He gave a pale, weary smile, mustering the strength to lift his hand and gently flick her nose with his finger—a small, affectionate gesture shared by lovers.

She suddenly felt a sense of melancholy. “I still can’t accept this… To me, you are you, and An Yi is An Yi. You are two people, two distinct individuals. Even if merging into one is inevitable, no matter who absorbs whom, isn’t disappearing the same as dying?”

“Then can you bear for An Yi to disappear?”

“I…” She couldn’t answer.

His smile carried a trace of sorrow, and in a somber tone, he said, “Feng Guang, even a person can envy themselves. I often wonder why it had to be me who inherited the desire to kill. If it had been the other way around if you had met me first, would you have liked me more?”

“I don’t know… I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize. It’s not your fault.” He lowered his head weakly, resting his forehead against hers as he murmured helplessly, “This is what they call fate. Even if we are technically the same person, from the moment we existed as two, our destinies diverged. He gets to be loved and admired by you, while I… I am feared and despised by you.”

“Stop saying things like that… Maybe I can talk to An Yi, and ask him not to absorb you, okay?” She spoke as though negotiating, even though deep down, she knew the idea was futile.

“You don’t understand. The more I despise him, the more he despises me. Only one of us can take control. The stronger one absorbs the weaker, and in the end, the original self is restored. That man—the one who both loves you and wants to kill you—will be whole again.”

Feng Guang felt lost and helpless. “Then tell me… what should I do? All I know is that my boyfriend is An Yi, and you’re the one who wants to kill me. Once you two merge into one, will that person still be the one I know?”

“Don’t panic,” he whispered reassuringly. “No matter what changes, the love for you will never fade.”

Of course, that obsessive and extreme fixation would remain unchanged as well.

His eyelids grew heavy, and he struggled to keep them open. “Feng Guang, just be yourself. Being absorbed by him doesn’t mean I’ll truly disappear…”

“You… you can’t die…”

He smiled one last time, leaning in to press his lips gently against hers. It was a resigned yet tender gesture. “I already told you—I’m not dying, just returning. When we meet again, you’ll see the complete me…”

“Wait… Don’t drift off! I still have so many questions. There’s so much I don’t understand! Open your eyes…”

Her sorrowful voice trembled as his body grew increasingly transparent. Finally, like mist, he dissipated entirely. Left without his embrace, Feng Guang sank to the ground, her eyes misting over with tears.

He was gone—vanished without leaving any trace of his existence. Even at the end, she didn’t know what to call him. An Yi had a name, a name she had given him. But this man… he had nothing.

Her chest felt tight with grief, a dull ache that left her struggling to breathe.

“Don’t be sad.”

The familiar, melodious voice rang out as if on cue. She turned her head, stunned, her tearful eyes blurring her vision. But she didn’t need to see clearly; she already knew who it was.

“Feng Guang, didn’t I say I’d come to see you?” He smiled beautifully, with a tenderness that concealed darkness in his eyes, exuding a charm that was both alluring and unsettling.