TSFLIP Chapter 636

Chen Haitang liked Zhao Yi—there was no way she wouldn’t have tried every trick in the book to get close to him. So, she pulled some strings and joined the drama club, even using her connections to secure the position of vice president. As for why she didn’t become president—well, even she knew she didn’t have what it took to win everyone over.

Fengguang and Yanyu were still thinking about hailing a cab when Jun Yu said directly, “I can drive you there.”

Yun Ji let out a whistle and said lazily, “Having a teacher with money makes a difference.”

Fengguang gave him a weird look. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“What’s gotten into you?” Yun Ji gave her a light tap on the head, half amused and half exasperated.

Jun Yu, however, shot Yun Ji a glance when he noticed how casually intimate he was being with Fengguang. He didn’t say anything, just drove them all toward the Chen family villa.

The Chens weren’t your average family, and their villa wasn’t a place people could just waltz into. Even from a distance, past the iron gates, sharp-eyed Xia Yanyu spotted a woman standing on the rooftop of the clock tower. Right behind her stood a female ghost in a white dress.

Yanyu didn’t stop to think—she summoned her cyan longsword and soared into the sky, flying toward the rooftop. Once she moved, Jun Yu naturally followed suit.

Fengguang looked at Yun Ji. He sighed in resignation, wrapped an arm around her waist, and flew her up to the clock tower too.

Chen Haitang stared blankly as four people flew up to where she was. She was stunned for a while, just as she opened her mouth to speak, Yanyu announced confidently, “Don’t worry—banishing ghosts is my specialty!”

Before Tang Xiaole could even react, Xia Yanyu had already charged at her, sword in hand. Yanyu never liked others interfering in her fights, and Tang Xiaole was practically a rookie ghost, barely able to dodge the attacks, completely overwhelmed. Jun Yu didn’t see the need to step in.

Yun Ji, on the other hand, seemed oddly entertained by the one-sided fight, watching with great interest. As for Jun Yu… his eyes, as always, were locked on Xia Yanyu.

Fengguang, though, turned her attention to the nervous Chen Haitang. She walked over and asked bluntly, “Did you kill Tang Xiaole?”

“What are you talking about?” Chen Haitang let out a bitter laugh, like it was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. “How could I possibly kill her? She was the last person I’d ever hurt!”

Fengguang’s eyes dropped to the necklace around Chen Haitang’s neck. The pendant had just three letters: TXL. Her face changed.

She glanced over at Yanyu’s fight. Tang Xiaole was just about to be struck down by Yanyu’s sword when Fengguang suddenly rushed forward and threw herself between them.

“Yanyu! You can’t kill her!”

Yanyu’s sword was already mid-strike—there was no way to pull it back. She jerked it slightly to the side, carving a long crack into the rooftop instead.

She snapped, “Fengguang, what the hell are you doing?!”

“I…” Fengguang didn’t even get to finish her sentence before the ground started shaking violently. The sword strike had done more damage than expected—the whole clock tower was starting to collapse from the top down.

The floor cracked fast. Chen Haitang, who’d been standing near the edge, lost her footing and fell. Tang Xiaole, despite her injuries, didn’t hesitate—she flew forward and caught Chen Haitang mid-fall.

The collapse spread quickly under Fengguang’s feet, and she began falling too. As she plummeted, she saw Yun Ji reaching out his hand toward her… and Jun Yu as well. Each of them grabbed one of Xia Yanyu’s hands.

She heard the wind. It was cold—bone-chilling cold—whipping past her body. Maybe it reminded Yun Ji of something, because he suddenly let go of Yanyu and dove after Fengguang. But the only thing his outstretched hand managed to catch was the hem of her clothes.

“Fengguang!”

She heard his voice and smiled faintly in response. Yun Ji’s always unchanging smile suddenly twisted into something else—something like fear, though even he didn’t recognize it.

In the Field of Red Spider Lilies
For centuries, they had always bloomed the same.

Today, the usually dazed Naihe noticed something unusual. Not long ago, he’d seen this same girl—now she was squatting on the ground, arms wrapped around her knees, her whole presence shrouded in gloom.

He walked over to her. “Why are you back again?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he heard her burst into loud sobs—and then she threw herself onto him, knocking him over into the field of flowers. She lay on top of him, crying her heart out.

Chapter 637: Winning Over the Man With the Snake Tail

In the endlessly dark Underworld, there were always ghosts who couldn’t accept that they’d died and would wail and scream in protest.

What do you do when you run into a woman crying?

Usually, Naihe would have chosen to ignore her. He wasn’t the comforting type. But this time was different, because the woman was crying on top of him.

Some might say he could’ve just pushed her off—and he did try—but somehow this girl, small as she was, suddenly had the strength of ten. Not only did he fail to push her off, but she clung to him even tighter.

Listening to her hiccuping sobs, Naihe gave up… Not out of sympathy, but because—truthfully—he’d never been this physically close to anyone before.

So in the middle of the quiet sea of spider lilies, an unusual scene unfolded: a heartbroken girl sobbing atop a man, while the man sighed deeply and, in resignation, dropped his hands to the ground. There was an air of total defeat.

Time passed. Eventually, her loud crying faded into soft sniffles, though his chest was now soaked with her tears.

He asked calmly, “Done crying?”

“…Mm.” She hiccupped, face buried in his chest, refusing to lift her head.

“How did you end up in the Underworld?”

Still not fully recovered, she answered between sobs, “I guess… I died…”

“I’ve looked at your life fate. Your time’s not up yet.”

“Then… then you must’ve read it wrong…” Her sobs started up again. “I remember falling from a building… I must’ve died horribly…”

“You’re crying because you looked horrible when you died?”

“Yes…” She nodded, then shook her head. “Not just that… sniff… You don’t know how miserable I am…”

Naihe didn’t know how miserable she was. But as she began to cry harder again, it reminded him of the little kids he’d seen when they first arrived in the Underworld—crying nonstop, driving the soul collectors crazy.

He wasn’t a soul collector. He didn’t gather the dead. But now he could finally understand how exhausting those little ghosts were. Still, he couldn’t deny that the first time he’d met her, she’d acted all fearless and defiant. Seeing her cry like this now—it was oddly refreshing.

So, in a rare moment of childishness, he deliberately poked her sore spot and asked, “Just how miserable are you?”

“I liked a guy…”

He nodded knowingly. “And he didn’t like you back?”

“I wish it were that simple…” Fengguang choked up again. “Not long after I told him I liked him… I found out he liked my twin sister…”

She sniffled. “I thought he liked me too… but now I realize, he only got close to me for her… He never liked me at all…”

That’s why Yun Ji had once said, “Don’t trust me too much.” She’d thought it was about her face, that he was trying to avoid falling for her. Only now did she understand—he got close for a reason.

It explained why he always appeared at just the right moment. If he hadn’t been forced to choose that one time, she probably would’ve stayed in the dark forever.

Naihe listened to her story and said, without a hint of sympathy, “Then just stop liking him.”

“If feelings could be controlled… I wouldn’t be this heartbroken right now…”