TSFLIP Chapter 570

Si Jia said coolly, “He won’t get the chance.”

“You’re right,” Fengguang nodded, resting her chin on her hand. She was, after all, someone who didn’t believe in a next life. What You’er had said that day was just a joke—something she’d mentioned offhand, not taken seriously. Watching the man in front of her quietly carving a wooden figurine, she tilted her head and asked, “Si Jia, who are you carving?”

“You.”

She blinked. “Me?”

“Mm-hmm.” He didn’t even look up. “I’m trying to find something I’m genuinely interested in.”

“So… carving wooden figures is what you’re interested in?”

“No. Carving a wooden figure that looks like you—that’s what I’m interested in.” He glanced up at her, and for a moment, something flickered in his otherwise unreadable eyes.

Fengguang suddenly felt her cheeks heat up. She instinctively raised her hand to cover her face, but he caught her hand in his.

She looked at him, confused.

“Does your injury feel any better?” he asked.

“Injury?” She paused, then suddenly remembered she had once cut her wrist. Her hand trembled slightly. “You… you knew I was hurt?”

His grip on her wrist tightened for a second, then relaxed. “I knew.”

“I— I wasn’t trying to hide it on purpose. It was just a minor thing,” she said, guilty at first, then suddenly realized something was off. “Wait… how did you find out I was hurt?”

He replied casually, “I noticed when I was changing your clothes.”

“Oh… I see—wait, what!?” Her eyes flew wide. “You changed my clothes!?”

“Who else did you think would do it?” he asked matter-of-factly, as if completely unaware of how shocking his words were.

Fengguang stared at him, speechless for a while. “You could’ve… found someone of the same gender as me…”

“No.” He released her hand and continued carving the nearly finished figurine.

Her expression darkened. “Why not?”

She had rushed to find him after waking up and, relieved to see he was safe, hadn’t even noticed her clothes had been changed. But now that he brought it up, a complicated feeling crept into her chest—part embarrassment, part anger, and a kind of flustered discomfort she couldn’t name.

“They’re not allowed to touch you.”

His answer caught her completely off guard. “What do you mean, they’re not allowed to touch me?”

Si Jia replied lightly, “Because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from killing them.”

To him, Fengguang was like some newly discovered continent—something full of unknown wonders to explore. How could he possibly allow others to lay a finger on a treasure like that?

“Si Jia… you’re acting strange.” After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice low. He still seemed like the same cold, distant man—but now, he made her feel a little… afraid.

He held up the small wooden figurine he had finished carving. It was of a serene young woman, long hair flowing, her robes dancing as if caught in a breeze. She seemed to be standing in the night wind, the very moment she had removed the golden hairpin from her hair and handed it to him.

He looked down at the wooden figure in his hand, a faint, fleeting smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Fengguang said I should find something I truly care about, that I should make an effort to live. So… I’m trying.”

Slowly, his hand closed around the figurine. Even that fleeting smile seemed to vanish like mist.

He was trying—trying to keep her trapped by his side.

A chill ran down Fengguang’s spine.