TSFLIP Chapter 773

Fengguang tucked the blanket around him and avoided his gaze. “Maybe I just didn’t get enough rest,” she murmured.

“Is it because of… him?” Han Qi asked softly. He didn’t need to guess—if he was awake, and the doctors had said his body only needed time to recover, that could only mean one thing.
Han Chen was gone.

After a long silence, Fengguang slowly nodded. The faint, forced smile on her face faded away. “I went to the seaside… and scattered his ashes into the ocean.”

“This is my fault…” Han Qi’s clear eyes filled with sorrow. “I thought… if I died, everyone else could go on living peacefully.”

“Han Qi!” Fengguang’s voice rose sharply. “Don’t you ever think like that again! I can’t go through the terror of almost losing you a second time!”

Her words tumbled out uncontrollably. She wiped her eyes hard, refusing to let herself cry—not now.

“I won’t… I won’t ever think that way again,” he said quietly. The surgery had been major, and his body hadn’t yet recovered. Gathering what little strength he had, Han Qi moved his hand and gently took hers. “Fengguang, don’t be mad. You can yell at me, you can hit me—but don’t hurt yourself over it.”

His words made her heart twist—grief and tenderness flooding together, impossible to separate. “Han Qi, Han Chen is gone… Death is such a terrifying thing. I don’t ever want to see you die again. Can’t you just stay by my side for the rest of your life?”

“I will. For the rest of my life, I’ll stay right here with you,” he promised. Han Qi placed her hand over his chest, letting her feel the steady beat beneath. “This heart… it used to belong to Han Chen. Fengguang, I’ll live well for him. So don’t be sad anymore—when you are, this heart aches.”

“…Okay,” she whispered. The rhythmic thump of his heartbeat brought back the memory of that night—
The last time she had seen Han Chen.

Three months later, the long-absent student council president of Lihai High finally returned.

What no one could understand was why the president, of all people, had chosen to transfer into the worst-performing Class E. But it didn’t take long for everyone to figure it out—he didn’t bother to hide his affection for a girl in that very class.

Her name was Xia Fengguang.

Mu Jin glanced at Han Chen sitting beside Fengguang, barely hearing whatever Gu Lan was whispering next to her. Han Chen still looked the same as before—yet somehow softer, gentler.
Maybe, she thought with quiet disappointment, that’s what happens when someone falls in love. They become gentler with the person they like.

Fengguang had just gotten another problem wrong. The boy next to her leaned over, pointing out the error. She didn’t argue, just listened quietly as he explained. He had told her before that his goal was for them to get into the same university, so he tutored her often—and also used it as an excuse to tease her. Like now, his hand covered hers as she held her pen, and his warm, easy smile could have melted any girl’s heart.

But he didn’t feel happy. He’d noticed it for a while—how she avoided looking directly at him.

Maybe because he had the same face as Han Chen.

“Fengguang,” Han Qi called softly.

“Hm?” She looked up slightly.

“I’m still here,” he said quietly. “Aren’t I?”

Her lips trembled. After a moment, she managed a choked reply. “Yes.”

Han Qi was alive—still here, right beside her.

And in that summer classroom, surrounded by the hum of voices and laughter, just one sentence from him made her realize how long she had been running away. Han Chen’s death had broken her heart, yes—but that didn’t mean she could keep shutting out the man who had clawed his way back from hell just to be with her.

Han Qi leaned down and kissed her gently between the brows. “From now on,” he whispered, “I’ll be here for every day that comes.”

And for her, that was enough.