Fengguang looked up with a smile. “But my dream has changed. I don’t want to be a painter anymore. I want to be a foodie—eating delicious things every day. Especially lots of desserts.”
“That sounds like something you’d say.” Ji Mian chuckled, his fingertip brushing gently against the corner of her eye. “But… are you really okay with this?”
“I’m okay.” Her smile was radiant. “I’ve already memorized everyone’s faces. So whether I can see or not doesn’t matter.”
Ji Mian didn’t say anything.
Fengguang blinked at him. “I mean it. When you’re out taking care of your business, don’t worry about me. I still have Mom and Dad, and the housekeepers—they’ll all take good care of me.”
“Do you know what I have to go take care of?”
“No.” She shook her head honestly. “But I know it must be something very important. Gege… is it dangerous?”
“No.”
Ji Mian had known for a long time that she had an extraordinary sensitivity, a kind of intuition most people lacked. And maybe it was because of that very sensitivity that, even though he had discarded his conscience and morals long ago, she could still make him feel guilty.
But even so, he still had to lie to her.
The list Xia Chao had given him—none of those targets would be easy to deal with. Maybe Xia Chao was counting on Ji Mian failing, forcing him to leave Fengguang’s side on his own. Or maybe this was just Xia Chao’s way of testing whether he was truly qualified to be an heir.
Fengguang’s expression was laced with worry. “Gege… come back soon.”
“I promise I will.” Ji Mian kissed her gently between her brows. Then, inside the vivid and fragrant flower house, he kissed her lips—so soft and delicate, even more beautiful than the blossoms around them.
He didn’t want to let her go. He couldn’t stand the thought of leaving her somewhere he couldn’t see.
In the first year after Ji Mian left, Fengguang had already adapted to living in darkness. Then, in the second year, one morning when she woke up, she could sense light again. A few months later, her eyesight fully returned.
That year, she was seventeen. She started high school a year late and ended up in the same class as Ji You. She skipped freshman year and went straight into the second year.
Xia Chao had arranged everything. She didn’t need to take any entrance exams, and she wasn’t required to participate in gym class or sports. She wasn’t sent to school to study—she was there to have fun.
Xia Chao had said himself: he just wanted his daughter to experience what high school life was like.
The teachers in the office had mixed feelings about it.
Well, rich kids… even if they didn’t study, they wouldn’t have trouble getting into a university or finding a job later. That’s just how it was when you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth.
But by the second semester of her sophomore year, the man who had promised to come back soon still hadn’t returned.
He hadn’t contacted her again.
And she had no way to reach him.
Maybe… he had forgotten about her.
Just like her relationship with Ji You.
They had once been inseparable, telling each other everything—but lately, Ji You seemed to be keeping secrets of her own.
She was dating someone, though Fengguang had never met the guy, and Ji You refused to say who he was.
Eventually, the topic just faded away.
It wasn’t even time for school to let out yet when a boy in casual clothes—not in uniform—swaggered out through the school gates. He was on the phone, speaking loudly:
“Bro, I’m telling you, don’t chicken out. I’ve got the stuff, and I’m gonna use it. If I can land the eldest Miss Xia, that means I’ll be tied to the Xia family’s power. Then who cares if I’m from a branch family? They’ll have to treat me like royalty.”
Just then, a refined young man waiting by the school gate lifted his gaze slightly. A faint smile played at the corners of his lips.