TSFLIP Chapter 591

Si Jia often acted without a clear purpose—he did whatever he felt like doing in the moment. Even his decisions were usually made in an instant. If he decided he was going to protect Feng Guang well, cherish her properly, then he would do exactly that.

Even if, just a moment ago, he’d been thinking about killing her—so what? As long as she wasn’t dead, he still had a chance. And if she were dead, then he’d chase her to the underworld, stop her at the Bridge of Forgetfulness, and not let her drink the Soup of Oblivion that would make her forget him. Worst case? They’d just continue their entanglement in the next life.

If anyone else knew what was going on in his head, they’d probably call him insane. And honestly, he was insane—he thought so himself. If he weren’t, why else would he have killed his own master—the previous leader of Wuji Tower—when he was only thirteen?

And all because… he hated being controlled.

No one in this world could control him, no rules or systems that could bind him. But Feng Guang… Feng Guang was different. She was the leash he had chosen for himself. He was willing to be pulled by it—willing to be bound by her.

Si Jia lowered his eyes slightly. “Fourteen, do you know what I regret most right now?”

“…No, sir.”

“I regret giving you those ten years.”

“But I… I was lucky to have them.”

Ten years—ten years spent by Feng Guang’s side.

Si Jia had used that decade to quietly build up his loyal network of followers. Meanwhile, Fourteen had used those same ten years to stay close to Feng Guang day and night. Si Jia had never felt like he had miscalculated so badly in his life. He couldn’t understand why, all those years ago, when he first saw that sweet girl calling him “big brother,” he hadn’t realized what a precious gem she was.

He’d truly lost too much time.

Staring at Fourteen now, Si Jia was contemplating a question: what to do with him. The best option, of course, was to kill him. But if he did that… how could he, as Si Jia, ever appear alongside Xia Fengxue in front of Feng Guang?

He couldn’t kill him.
Not yet.

At least, not until he found someone better at impersonating him than Fourteen.

In the heavy silence, Fourteen didn’t say a word. He knew what Si Jia was weighing in his mind. And no matter how bad the outcome was for him, he couldn’t resist. He wasn’t Si Jia’s match. That was why, when he realized that Si Jia had feelings for Feng Guang, he had felt such utter despair.

Fourteen understood all too well—compared to himself, an impostor, Si Jia was the true master of deception. No matter how cold his heart was, he could become the perfect man in any woman’s eyes. Precisely because he felt nothing, he could perform without limits.

This was the real Xia Fengxue. “Si” was his mother’s surname, and “Jia”—the word for shackle—represented a restraint he believed had no reason to exist. So, Xia Fengxue… was also Si Jia.

Fourteen wasn’t ready to give up. “If Feng Guang finds out… that the Tower Master is the real Xia Fengxue—”

“If she finds out,” Si Jia cut him off, “and gets mad, I’ll just let her stab me, or slice me with a blade. Once she does, she’ll stop being angry. She’ll start to feel sorry for me instead.”

His casual tone and confident air made it clear—he was sure of Feng Guang’s feelings for him.

Fourteen didn’t respond.
He had already said too much today.