TSFLIP Chapter 672

How was she supposed to answer that—yes or no?

In the end, Fengguang decided to brush it off with a smile, giving no real reply. But just as her smile faded, he caught her off guard with another question.

“It’s already very late. Fengguang, you still don’t want to sleep?”

Her face flushed crimson. She silently lowered her head, but since he had her trapped in his arms, all she could do was bury her face against his chest. Hearing the steady beat of his heart only made her blush harder.

The atmosphere grew quiet.

Then, in that silence, Suva suddenly said, “I know what you’re worried about. Don’t worry—until you fall in love with me again, I won’t touch you.”

Having her inner thoughts spoken aloud left Fengguang embarrassed. Tilting her head back, she stammered, “Well… I…”

“I understand.” His finely drawn brows softened, his voice as gentle as his expression. “I understand completely. You need time, and I’m willing to give it to you.”

This man was so considerate… it was impossible not to be moved.

She almost thought she could hear her own heartbeat quickening. Forcing a smile, though a bit stiff, she muttered, “It’s not that I dislike you… it’s just… I’m not used to it yet.”

“To you, I must feel like a stranger right now. I get that. So don’t feel guilty.”

“…Mm.”

“Then… are you willing to go to bed now?”

She nodded. “Alright.”

There were two quilts on the bed—clearly, Suva had arranged that to spare her embarrassment. Fengguang lay on the inside, facing away, while Suva took the outside. After he blew out the candle, the room sank into silence.

After a long while, under the glow of the moonlight, Suva looked at her back and whispered, “I’m sorry, Fengguang. For the past hundred years, I’ve grown used to you sleeping by my side. Without you there, I can’t fall asleep. So I never planned to sleep in a separate room.”

Fengguang clutched her quilt tighter and breathed out softly, “I understand…”

Just as he knew she still harbored resistance toward him, she also knew how painful it must be for a man to have his wife forget him entirely.

She tried to stay optimistic—after all, they each had their own quilt. That was still better than sharing just one.

Her feelings, however, were complex and weighed heavily. This world struck her as both bizarre and overwhelming. With the system gone, she no longer had the option of relying on its “cheats.” If she wanted information, she had no way to obtain it—she could only rely on herself.

And worst of all, she still hadn’t figured out where Zhong Ran was. Nor did she know what her old self had been thinking—how she ended up with this man named Suva, living what looked like a blissful life together. A marriage of over a hundred years… had her past self switched to pursuing him instead?

But that didn’t add up. If she really had changed her target, wouldn’t more than a century have been enough to succeed? Why was she still stuck in this world?

Fengguang had never liked overthinking, but now her mind was a mess of tangled questions. She didn’t fall asleep until well past midnight.

When her breathing finally steadied into the rhythm of sleep, Suva knew she had drifted off. Gently, he lifted her quilt and slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace. His hold was one of absolute protection and possession. Breathing in her familiar scent, he finally let out a soft sigh of contentment.

Once again, he was certain—everything he had endured was worth it.