TSFLIP Chapter 431

Fang Yue held her tightly, greedily inhaling her scent, wishing he could merge her into his very bones and blood. “Feng Guang… you’re back by my side…”

Feng Guang raised her hand and embraced him, sniffing deeply. “These years… what have you done to yourself? Why… why do you look so frail? What about those dolls? What’s going on with them?”

“I’m sorry… Feng Guang, I missed you so much…” Fang Yue gently lifted her chin, pressing soft, scattered kisses on her forehead, her eyelids, and her lips. He was still scared, terrified that this was just a dream—just like all the dreams he’d had before. Whenever he embraced her, the dream would end, and nothing would remain in his arms.

Feng Guang’s hand gently touched his cold face, forcing him to look at her directly. She asked firmly, “Tell me, what did you do to yourself to make those dolls?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Their lips and tongues tangled passionately, and he continuously claimed the air from her mouth until she let out a soft moan. It was as if he needed her voice to prove she was truly there.

Feng Guang wasn’t just passively enduring; she responded to him, which only made him more excited. Their passionate kiss lengthened, and at the same time, he picked her up and threw her onto the bed.

“Wait… Fang Yue.” She grabbed his wandering hand, noticing the look in his eyes, which resembled a wounded, helpless animal. Her heart ached. She rolled over, pinning him beneath her, and softly kissed his lips. “Tell me, what happened to you during this time? I’m so worried… Did you do something terrible to yourself?”

Fang Yue’s throat moved, and he gently stroked her cheek. Finally, under her earnest gaze, he gave in. “I missed you so much… I thought about you every moment. So… so I started making the dolls. The regular doll-making techniques couldn’t create one that resembled you, and then… I read in a book that only by using a part of the body of the person you’re longing for could you make the most lifelike doll…”

“So… you did that…”

“Yes…” Fang Yue’s pale face showed signs of discomfort, as if afraid he would anger her. “I took one of my ribs and made a doll that resembled you. Although it looked like you… It was still just a doll that couldn’t move or smile. So… I removed my consciousness bit by bit, transferring it into the doll… And they started talking and laughing, just like you did in my memories.”

He should have felt satisfied, but instead, he felt disgusted. They weren’t Feng Guang. No matter how much they resembled her, even if they acted like humans, they still weren’t her.

Fang Yue disliked having bright lights in the room because the light would illuminate everything, including the dolls, and show him just how different they were from Feng Guang.

That was a constant, painful reminder, a cruel mockery. It was as if he were deceiving himself.

But he refused to admit it. He thought maybe he hadn’t tried hard enough, so he went on to make another doll, then a third… As his mental energy drained away, his memories of Feng Guang and his sense of self began to fade, slowly merging into the dolls. He didn’t become a mindless fool because deep down, his obsession with Feng Guang remained—an obsession no one could take from him.