TSFLIP Chapter 747

That weekend, Feng Guang spent all her time at the hospital with Han Chen. In those two days, she really hadn’t seen his parents at all. It seemed what he said was true—they really were too busy. She thought of her own parents: yes, they could barely go a day without sniping at each other, but no matter how busy they were, if she so much as caught a cold, they would both rush to her side. Compared to him, she realized, she was much luckier.

On Monday, she had to go back to school. Leaning over her desk, she stared quietly out the window, letting out a long sigh. Over the past few days, she’d started to realize Han Chen’s illness wasn’t as simple as she’d first thought. If it were really just something minor, why would the doctors be so strict about limiting his freedom?

“Classmate Xia.” Mu Jin walked over to her desk, holding something in her hands. “The president asked me to give this to you.”

Feng Guang looked up—it was the little figurine of the God of Wealth she had misplaced. She froze. “How do you have this?”

“I ran into the president a few days ago. When he found out we were in the same class, he asked me to return it to you.”

Taking the figurine, Feng Guang felt a strange unease. Could it be that Mu Jin had also visited Han Chen at the hospital, and he’d given it to her then? But that didn’t make sense. Why hadn’t he just returned it directly? She’d been with him at the hospital every day.

“What’s wrong, Xia?” Mu Jin asked when she saw Feng Guang dazing out.

From the other side, Gu Lan’s mocking voice cut in. “What else could it be? First time sharing a class with so many boys, her brain short-circuited. If you ask me, Miss Xia should hurry back to her all-girls school.”

“No,” Feng Guang replied with a smile, “I’m just nauseated from all the testosterone you give off. Gu Lan, do you realize that when you’re next to Mu Jin, your pheromones practically flood the room? Maybe I should start calling you… Mr. Walking Hormone?”

Suppress laughter rippled through the classroom.

“Xia—”

“I know my own name,” she cut him off smoothly. “No need to shout it so loud.”

Gu Lan’s face shifted from green to white to red, like a kaleidoscope of colors.

Mu Jin had always been at odds with him, and the two of them bickered daily. Watching the arrogant young master actually choke for once, she should have been delighted—but strangely, she wasn’t. Instead, something unfamiliar stirred inside her. She glanced at Feng Guang again. Feng Guang always handled things so calmly, so composed, carrying herself with effortless elegance and dignity. She truly embodied the air of a noble lady.

Mu Jin had never cared about standing out—or not fitting in—with the wealthy sons and daughters of this school. But today, for the first time, she did care. And she realized how cruel comparisons could feel. She fell silent for a long while.

Gu Lan noticed something was off with her. For once, he let go of sparring with Feng Guang and turned to Mu Jin. “Hey, bookworm, what’s wrong? Is it that time of the month?”

“You’re the one on your period!” Mu Jin snapped, her temper flaring instantly.

Gu Lan gave a lazy shrug. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I don’t exactly come equipped with that kind of anatomy.”

“Not necessarily,” Feng Guang said airily, eyes still on the window. “Plenty of intersex people don’t even know until someone points it out.”