TSFLIP Chapter 742

Han Chen said, “Looks like my parents really like you.”

“Really…” Feng Guang gave an embarrassed little smile. Then she suddenly remembered something. “Oh, right. I didn’t tell your grandfather about your illness. I was afraid his health wouldn’t be able to handle the shock.”

“My grandfather…” For a moment, a hint of confusion flickered in his eyes. But soon, his smile returned as warm as ever. “It’s fine. It’s better if he doesn’t know.”

Feng Guang scratched her hair in frustration. “Ugh, and my lucky charm is still sitting in your grandfather’s antique shop.”

“I’m really sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologize—it was my fault for forgetting to take it… No, actually, you should apologize.” She pouted in dissatisfaction. “Who told you to trick me like that that day? You not only conned me into cleaning, but you also made me drink that bitter herbal tea. I hate anything bitter.”

A faint smile curved his lips, warm as a spring breeze. “That was my fault.”

“Of course it was your fault…” Feng Guang looked at his pale, frail face and couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. She cleared her throat. “Um… once your parents come back, I’ll head out.”

He gave a small nod. “Thank you for taking care of me for so long.”

“Well, we do go to the same school. And you’re even the student council president. Oh—” she flashed a hopeful smile, “if I ever mess up and break a rule in the future, can you maybe let me off just once, for saving your life?”

“That… I can’t promise.” His soft tone carried a note of apology.

Feng Guang quickly added, “It’s fine, it’s fine. I know the student council president has to be fair and just. I shouldn’t have asked that.”

“Are you upset?” The corners of his lips lifted in a gentle curve, and his obsidian-like eyes glowed with a tender warmth. When he looked at her, it was like his gaze was touched with sunlight.

Her heart skipped a beat. She really couldn’t handle him speaking to her in such a gentle way. Her cheeks flushed, and she murmured, “I-I’m not upset at all…”

“Feng Guang, I’m sorry.” At that moment, his eyes overflowed with loneliness. “There are so many things I just can’t do.”

“It’s okay… you don’t need to feel bad.” Feng Guang didn’t understand why he was apologizing so suddenly, especially with such a sorrowful look. It was like a springtime world suddenly stripped of its sunshine, leaving her heart aching with sympathy. “I was only joking. Don’t worry—if I ever mess up, just do what you have to do. I won’t put you in a tough spot.”

His quiet eyes curved with a faint smile. “Feng Guang, thank you.”

“No need to thank me…” Feng Guang suddenly felt so tired. Han Chen was treating her with such extreme politeness now, but compared to how harshly he used to treat her, this version of him made her feel like she had to tread even more carefully.

He was too sensitive. It felt as if she said even the slightest wrong word, it would trigger his guilt and sadness—and in turn, stir up her own guilt.

Han Chen spoke again. “Tomorrow’s Saturday, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, tomorrow’s Saturday…” She nodded, then suddenly shot to her feet. “Tomorrow’s Saturday—that means today is Friday! Oh no, oh no! Where’s my phone?!”