TSFLIP Chapter 712

Zhongran said coldly, “As long as you die, I’ll finally know where you truly stand in my heart.”

Was it just a passing fancy—or real affection? If she died, the answer would become clear.

That was how he saw it.

Feng Guang was silent for a long moment before suddenly laughing. “Fine then. Go ahead—kill me. Prove your feelings for me with my death.”

Her laugh dripped with mockery. She understood perfectly well: if he wanted to kill her, there was no escape. His skill, his cunning—they far surpassed hers. She wasn’t his match at all.

In truth, the reason she could so easily set life and death aside was simple: the system. Even if she died, she would return to the white space. At worst, she’d fail the mission. Once, she might have struggled to complete it. But this man wasn’t normal. As long as he never truly admitted he liked her, the mission could never be completed anyway.

And now he was saying he’d use her death to test it.

“But… you’re afraid of pain.” Zhongran’s voice was suddenly flat, almost expressionless, yet carrying the weight of hesitation.

He hesitated. But for once, Feng Guang stood firm. “There are thousands of ways to kill me without pain. And besides… would you really care if I was afraid of it?”

The words cut like a blade. For a man who treated lives as worthless grass, could he truly care whether she hurt?

Zhongran said nothing.

Feng Guang smiled, pulled out a dagger, discarded its sheath, and stepped closer. She placed the hilt in his hand, guiding the tip toward her chest. “See? All you have to do is push a little, and I’ll be dead.”

Zhongran’s hand trembled. He almost stepped back—but didn’t. “It will hurt you.”

That was all he could say, as if repeating it enough might scare her into retreating, into agreeing to stay by his side forever.

But Feng Guang didn’t retreat. She took another step forward. The tip pressed into her skin, piercing lightly. Her lips curved in a dazzling smile. “I’m not afraid, Zhongran. Are you?”

She wasn’t bluffing. She had already shut off her pain receptors through the system—she wouldn’t feel a thing.

She was gambling. Gambling that if she died, this man would finally realize he liked her. And at least then, the system had promised she could keep half the points from this world.

“If you die,” Zhongran murmured, “I might just go find someone else to interest me.”

“I know. Whatever you choose then, I won’t be around to see it.” Feng Guang tightened her grip over his hand, clutching the dagger. “Zhongran, this is a high-stakes gamble. I’ve already placed myself on the table. Now, I invite you into my game.”

With that, she pushed his hand sharply forward. The blade sank straight into her chest. Crimson spread quickly across her red robes. She felt her strength draining, but no pain.

Her eyelids fluttered weakly as her body gave way, collapsing toward the ground—only for Zhongran to catch her.

She smiled faintly. “See? Dying isn’t so hard. Now… do you have your answer?”

“No.” His reply was cool, detached. The bloodstained dagger had already clattered to the ground. His expression was as calm and still as a deep well—no joy, no anger, no hint of what he felt at all.