Just as Fengguang had promised, she slept quietly during the night’s first half. But in the latter half, she must’ve felt cold, because she kept inching closer to the source of warmth.
Every time Ji Mian pushed her away, it wasn’t long before she unconsciously snuggled back into his arms. After repeating this a few times, he gave up—if this kept up, he wouldn’t get any sleep.
Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her soft, steady breathing almost like a lullaby. Somehow, he slowly drifted off as well.
The next morning, Ji Mian didn’t see Fengguang by the bed. For a brief moment, he wondered if last night had just been a dream. But after getting ready and stepping out of his room, he saw Fengguang and Ji You eating breakfast in the main hall.
Fengguang was well-mannered and always followed the rule of “no talking while eating or sleeping.” So all she said was, “Good morning, big brother,” before quietly returning to her meal.
Ji You, on the other hand, wasn’t so restrained. Sitting beside Fengguang, she asked curiously, “Big brother, why did you get up so late today?”
“Because it’s Saturday.” Ji Mian took a seat across from them and sipped his orange juice with perfect composure. “It’s okay to be a little lazy on the weekends.”
Still… the fact that she woke up before him irritated him for reasons he couldn’t quite explain.
Unfortunately, the little girl who caused his annoyance had absolutely no idea. After finishing her breakfast, Fengguang dabbed her lips with a napkin, then perked up and said, “Big brother, I want to show you something.”
“Where to?”
She grinned mysteriously. “You’ll see when you’re done eating.”
“Alright,” Ji Mian replied gently, though he honestly wasn’t all that curious.
They walked through the lush garden until they arrived at a tall, white Western-style building.
Fengguang removed a key from around the neck of her teddy bear and unlocked the door. The moment Ji Mian stepped inside, he froze.
The entire building… was filled with books.
Proudly, Fengguang announced, “This was a gift from my mom. She said she wanted me to grow up to be a ‘literary girl’ or something. But I don’t like reading. You do, so I’m giving it to you instead.”
She stepped closer and placed the key in his hand.
“Big brother?” Ji You tugged at Ji Mian’s sleeve when he didn’t respond.
After a long pause, Ji Mian finally looked at Fengguang and asked softly, “Why are you giving this to me?”
Fengguang replied matter-of-factly, “Because you like it.”
“So… as long as it’s something I like, and it’s something you have, you’ll give it to me?”
“Mm-hmm!” She nodded without hesitation.
What if I said I wanted your life?
Ji Mian didn’t say that out loud. But he couldn’t help wondering just how far she’d go.
Years later, when Ji Mian turned eighteen, he stood in that same room, staring at shelves full of pink plush dolls, delicate fairy tale books, and candy that had long since expired. So many things… he stuffed them all into a cabinet.
For five years, he had been testing the limits of her words.
She liked dolls, so he asked for her favorite ones. She treasured a fairy tale book her father had given her—she handed it over, too. The housekeeper never let her eat too much candy—so she sneaked out, braved the cold, and brought some back… and even then, when he said he liked them, she gave him every piece. She didn’t even taste one herself.
There were countless other things.
And with each one, Ji Mian became more convinced—
Xia Fengguang really was a fool.