TSFLIP Chapter 555

Sigā said, “The only thing I have is this life of mine. So… I will not give it to anyone.”

His answer surprised Feng Guang, yet it tugged at her heart. She knew that most assassins carry a past filled with tragedy. Although the refined Sigā didn’t seem to be someone who had gone through great suffering, his past was surely no exception.

But she wasn’t someone who fell into negativity easily. She raised her head and smiled. “Your life isn’t the only thing you have now. Did you forget? I gave you my hairpin. That hairpin was a gift from my mother when I came of age. You could sell it for a large sum of money, wash your hands of this lifestyle, buy a home in a nice town, and plant a loquat tree that stays green all year round in your courtyard. Then with whatever’s left, you could find a wife, start a family, have children, and in your spare time, visit your neighbors. See? You’d have both family and friends.”

Sigā came to a halt and lowered his gaze, quietly staring at her.

She stopped as well, puzzled. “Did I say something wrong?”

His eyelashes trembled, and a fleeting spark crossed his dark eyes, disappearing in an instant, as if it were just an illusion. Shortly after, his expression fell back into its usual calm and indifferent state. “A single hairpin can’t do all that.”

Even though her words had briefly made him imagine a future different from the life of killing for a living — a future filled with peace, relatives, and friends — before this, the very thought of having something ordinary people hoped for seemed unimaginable to him.

“It’s worth a try, isn’t it?” Feng Guang pressed.

“There’s no need.” He walked forward again, his voice chilly and distant. “Because I was born under a solitary, ill-fated star.”

Doomed to be alone… destined to destroy those close to me… to live and die in solitude.

Those were the words a wandering priest had pronounced years earlier. Sigā hadn’t cared much then — after all, he had no relatives or friends, and hadn’t intended to have any — so there was nobody for him to destroy.

The chilly wind tossed his hair, and once again he came to a halt, turning his head to find the young woman grasping his hand. Amid the rush of the wind, her voice fell into his ears. “I may not know what a solitary ill-fated star is… but a lone star shouldn’t exist in the first place, should it? Look up into the night sky — even a solitary star has the Moon. And if clouds block the Moon, there’s still me, someone who enjoys the view of the heavens. So… how can you be alone?”

Sigā’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He stood there, stunned, unable to utter a word. His heart — a heart that hadn’t faltered in the face of killing — suddenly quickened its pace.

For the first time, he heard his heartbeat, clear and unmistakable.

But it lasted only a moment.

He drew back his hand from her grip and turned away, his voice icy once more. “Let’s go back to the inn.”

Yes… The cold, indifferent person — that was his true self. A faster heartbeat, a ripple of feeling, would only undermine his ability to stay hidden and kill efficiently.

Feng Guang remained in place for a moment, then hurried after him with a light jog.