TSFLIP Chapter 764

Feng Guang stared at him in a daze, her eyes fixed on him without even blinking.

Han Qi had always known exactly what kind of demeanor would draw her in. She had no resistance to his gentleness—he’d figured that out not long after they met. Her thoughts were always so easy for him to read.

He smiled faintly, raising a hand to caress her smooth cheek, and said softly, “Feng Guang, may I kiss you?”

A kiss!?

Her face flushed bright red in an instant. Stammering, she said, “Y-you just said… you were going to push me to some other man, and now you have the nerve to say that!?”

She was embarrassed and angry… well, mostly embarrassed.

“I can’t promise which man will be standing by your side in the future.” His eyes narrowed slightly, his voice slow and deliberate. “But at the very least, right now, I know for sure… Feng Guang belongs to me.”

Hearing that, her heart clenched as if someone had gripped it hard, leaving her breathless. He was always so calm, never showing his sorrow, never letting on that he feared the end of his life drawing near. She couldn’t even imagine—if it were her, if she had an incurable disease and had to live every day under the shadow of death—she would have broken down completely. Yet Han Qi… had lived that way for nearly eighteen years.

She lowered her head, not daring to meet his gaze, sniffling as she whispered, “Didn’t you say you’d try to live a little longer? Maybe… maybe ten years, twenty years from now, the man standing beside me will still be you…”

“That’s a long time away.” Han Qi leaned down, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “Feng Guang, I can’t give you promises I can’t be sure of.”

“So you’re just giving up!?” she suddenly shouted, losing control. “Han Qi, I want you to live! To live well! Even if you have to die, you can only die on our wedding bed, as my man, as Xia Feng Guang’s husband!”

Han Qi froze for a second, his eyes widening just slightly, the brilliance in them seeming to halt in place.

Biting her lip, Feng Guang wiped at her tears roughly, fighting to keep them from falling. She knew his illness was something that could drive anyone to despair. But as long as he was still alive, she couldn’t help but be greedy—wanting him to live longer, just a little longer…

“You were the one who first hid your identity to get close to me. You were the one who first said you liked me. So why, after I’ve finally fallen for you, do you think you can so easily tidy up your affairs and leave me behind? Have you even thought about it—if you die, how miserable I’ll be? How am I supposed to go on? Maybe after a few months, a year, two years… maybe I’ll forget you, maybe I’ll fall for someone else, and you’ll be nothing more than a memory from my past. Han Qi, think about that version of me—are you really okay with that?” she cried hysterically, nearly driven mad.

“Death.” Those two words were ones she had always despised—hated even more when they loomed close to her.

Han Qi’s eyes flickered. He cupped her face in his hands, resting his forehead against hers. For the first time, he shed his calm, detached mask and, with pain in his voice, said, “Feng Guang, I’m not okay with it. I want to be the man who stays with you for a lifetime, but I can’t. Every day I’m alive feels like it’s been stolen…”

That feeling of helplessness—it was a despair deeper than despair itself.