The press conference had already started, but one of the main characters, Feng Guang, still hadn’t shown up. Many people were too busy to leave, so an insignificant supporting character like Luo Chenxi volunteered to go get Feng Guang, who was changing clothes, and hurry her along.
Unfortunately, she didn’t even make it to the room where Feng Guang was changing. In the somewhat empty hallway, she saw Feng Guang, but the surprising part was that she was being held in the arms of a man, eyes closed, with a serene expression on her face as if she had fallen into a peaceful sleep.
Luo Chenxi stared for a long time, finally realizing that the man holding Feng Guang was Mr. Gui, the same person who had always been by her side. The reason she hadn’t recognized him immediately was because, aside from the same face, his presence and aura were far more powerful now than before, making her wonder if she had mistaken him for someone else.
Luo Chenxi was afraid of ghosts, but she also noticed the wetness in the corners of Feng Guang’s eyes. Moreover, Feng Guang was unconscious, being held in the man’s arms…
“Excuse me, sir…” For the first time, Luo Chenxi went against her usual principle of ignoring such things and actively spoke to the supernatural being. When she met the man’s cool gaze, she nervously gripped the hem of her dress and mustered the courage to ask, “Miss Xia… What happened to her?”
“Feng Guang is asleep.” The man smiled slightly, the expression gentle and protective. Anyone who looked would be moved, thinking he was a good man who cared for his girlfriend.
But Luo Chenxi felt an instinctive fear. “The press conference has started. How about… let me wake up Miss Xia? I’ll take her there.”
“Luo Chenxi.”
He suddenly called her name, causing her heart to race in fear. “W-What’s wrong?”
He smiled, then said something extremely cruel, “That face of yours, no matter what world you’re in, truly disgusts me. If it weren’t for you… But what a pity, I can’t kill you.”
A long time ago—well, a long time relative to Feng Guang, at least—he had considered eliminating the troublesome woman, but after Feng Guang realized what he was thinking, she cold-shouldered him for a whole month because the person he wanted to kill was her sister.
That bothered him deeply. If Feng Guang wanted, he could kill anyone for her, even in this so-called world of laws. He could do it easily, and no one would ever realize it was him. He was confident in that.
According to the psychologist, for someone like him with an antisocial personality, Feng Guang was his restraint, the line that protected his humanity.
Even though he often wondered, what exactly was humanity?
He could do whatever he wanted, but to make Feng Guang happy, to make her like him even more, he was willing to pretend to be a kind and loving person.
Luo Chenxi didn’t understand why this man suddenly wanted to kill her, but the words “I can’t kill you” made her face go pale. She glanced at Feng Guang again, forcing down her fear. “Where are you taking Miss Xia?”
“She’s staying with me. She won’t be going anywhere.”
With him… But he was a ghost. If that was the case, didn’t that mean he was planning to take Feng Guang…?
“You can’t take her!” Luo Chenxi didn’t know where her courage came from, but she knew one thing for sure—she couldn’t just stand by and watch a life vanish.
He let out a soft “hm” in surprise. “Feng Guang is mine. Why can’t I take her?”
“You! Humans and ghosts are different paths! If you kill her, even if she becomes a ghost, she’ll hate you!”
“When did I ever say I wanted to kill Feng Guang?” He lowered his head and kissed the girl’s forehead. “I’m saving her. I want her back by my side.”