TSFLIP Chapter 361

The man saw him and smiled kindly. Step by step, he ascended the stairs—only to fall from the third floor.

The sound of his body tumbling down, that violent crash—no matter how many years passed, Wen Qiong still remembered it.

After the man fell, there was no further news of him. No one ever called for a psychiatrist again. Seven-year-old Wen Qiong felt satisfied, even though this time, no one in the Wen family dared to approach him—not even his parents.

Years later, when Wen Qiong was hospitalized again due to health issues, he found himself standing by the corridor window on a clear day, gazing at the scenery. That was when a man named Qiu Liang approached him.

Qiu Liang, a young screenwriter, said he wanted Wen Qiong to play the lead in his script. If Wen Qiong agreed to take the role in this coming-of-age drama, Qiu Liang would go to any lengths to cast the popular actress Xia Fengguang as the female lead.

A gentle, quiet male lead paired with a passionate, fiery female lead—just imagine the chemistry!

But Wen Qiong refused. Life was already dull enough; he had no interest in doing something just as meaningless.

In the end, the production cast a newcomer as the male lead, and Xia Fengguang never joined the project.

Qiu Liang could only shake his head and sigh, complaining endlessly to Wen Qiong about how blind the investors were.

For some reason, Qiu Liang seemed to consider him a friend. But what was a “friend,” really? Just another tiresome thing.

Wen Qiong never interrupted Qiu Liang’s rambling, and perhaps that was why the talkative man liked venting to him so much. Over time, it became a habit.

One day, out of curiosity, Wen Qiong casually asked why Qiu Liang visited the hospital so often. In response, Qiu Liang took him to the adjacent ward, where a man lay unconscious in a hospital bed.

“This is my father,” Qiu Liang explained. “When I was little, he had an accident and never woke up. My mother’s health isn’t great, so I stop by the hospital whenever I can to check on him.”

There was no sadness in his tone—perhaps he had already grieved long ago.

Wen Qiong replied indifferently, “I hope he recovers soon.”

Even though he had already realized why this man looked so familiar… Even though he remembered exactly what had put him in this state… He remained unfazed.

On Valentine’s Day, even the hospital seemed livelier than usual. Sitting in his hospital bed, Wen Qiong watched through the window as one person after another passed by, holding bouquets of roses.

The silence in his room was broken by Qiu Liang’s timely arrival.

“Wen Qiong, come with me to the Yue Lao Shrine.”

Wen Qiong smiled faintly. “I’m a patient.”

“Don’t worry, I checked—you can go out for a little while. It’s not good for you to stay cooped up in here all the time. The smell of disinfectant is everywhere. Don’t you want to get some fresh air?”

“This place is fine,” Wen Qiong said. “It’s quiet.” He simply didn’t want to move.

Qiu Liang persisted. “I heard the Yue Lao Shrine is effective. You’ve been single all this time—why not go and pray for a match? Maybe if you make an offering, you’ll finally find yourself a bride.”

“A bride…” Wen Qiong murmured the word.

Long ago, that man had told him: A bride is someone who will stay by your side forever.

Forever… Did that mean he would love her but never kill her?