TSFLIP Chapter 752

Han Qi let out a sigh and began to speak, his words slow and heavy.

“From the moment I was born, my health was poor. The doctors said I wouldn’t live past twenty. So when I was six months old, my father extracted my DNA. Han Chen was created in his lab. To be honest, until I was ten, I truly believed Han Chen was my twin brother. We were so alike. Not just in looks—we shared the same interests… no, we were even more like twins than most real twins. My body was weak, but I was proud to have a brother who was strong and healthy. Until one day…”

That day, he’d been standing inside his room, watching the children outside play with envy in his eyes. Han Chen had sneaked him out. That was the first time Han Qi remembered stepping beyond his room—the first time in ten years he’d left the house.

Until then, his world had been limited to the Han family villa and his room, which had long since been turned into a sick ward.

Han Qi still remembered how Han Chen had taken him to so many places—the grassy fields, the amusement park, the lakeside. He even rode a bus and went to a movie theater. Everything felt fresh, new, and wondrous. For a moment, he thought about never going back to that lonely villa.

But he couldn’t. His illness flared up, worse than ever. The Han family found him and dragged him back by force. After that, Han Wei separated him from Han Chen. As their father, Han Wei, couldn’t allow his sickly son to risk any more accidents.

Han Qi had begged to see Han Chen again, but that was when Han Wei told him the cruel truth—Han Chen wasn’t his twin brother. He was his clone.

It took Han Qi a long time to even understand what “clone” meant. But in his childish mind, he thought: what did it matter? Han Chen had lived with him for ten years. He sat with him to read, told him school stories, and together they’d sneak crayons and doodle across the spotless white walls. They were brothers in every way that mattered.

Han Qi was kept under strict watch after that. He never set foot outside the Han estate again. Still, he held onto the hope of seeing Han Chen someday.

By the time he turned fourteen, his condition had worsened so much that he had to move into the hospital permanently. But to him, it was only another prison. Whether in the villa or the hospital, his freedom was chained by the same thing—his fragile body. He understood clearly that it wasn’t his parents or the doctors who imprisoned him. It was his own weakness.

“The day I met Feng Guang,” he continued, “I’d slipped out of the hospital to see the outside world again. Because I knew… my body was reaching its limit.”

“Han Qi…” Feng Guang couldn’t help but clutch his hand. His skin was cool to the touch, and the chill of it made her eyes well with tears.

Han Qi slowly closed his fingers around hers. With one hand, he touched her lips gently and whispered, “Don’t feel sorry for me yet. Let me finish. I think… after you hear the rest, you’ll hate me.”

Her eyes—so clear, so beautiful—reflected his figure at him. In that gaze, he felt a fleeting moment of contentment.

“My father created Han Chen,” he said, “because my failing organs… needed replacements from his body.”