TSFLIP Chapter 813

“Married…”

Fengguang froze for a long moment. The smile faded from her face as she asked quietly, “Why are you suddenly getting married?”

Shufeng answered calmly, “Fengguang, you know I’m not young anymore.”

“But… but you never said anything before about getting married…”

“That’s why I’m telling you now, isn’t it?”

Fengguang didn’t want to see his smile anymore. Her voice trembled as she pressed on, “Then what about the bride? Who are you marrying?”

“She’s a young lady from a noble family in the capital.” A faint smile curved Shufeng’s lips. “Our wedding is set for a month from now. If you’re curious about my bride, you’re welcome to come to the celebration.”

At that moment, Qi Yuan approached slowly, carrying a bowl of medicine. He seemed completely unaware of the tension in the air as he set the bowl down in front of Shufeng. “Young Master, your medicine.”

Shufeng didn’t move.

Beneath the table, Fengguang clenched the hem of her skirt in her fists. Her voice shook as she said, “You’re teasing me, aren’t you? Just like before—you love making me angry…”

“Why would you be angry that I’m getting married?” Shufeng’s tone was calm, but the warmth that used to fill his eyes was gone.

Fengguang shot to her feet, her gaze stubborn and unyielding. “Don’t you know that I like you?”

“I know.” The corners of his lips lifted faintly. “And I like you too, Fengguang. To me, you’re a very dear junior.”

“I’m not your junior!” she cried.

“Even if we’re not related by blood, still—”

Before he could finish, Fengguang slammed the flowerpot to the ground, shattering it. “Shufeng, I hate you!” she shouted.

Then she turned and ran—fleeing the place that had suddenly become unbearable to her.

The smile vanished from Shufeng’s face.

“Are you sure this is the right thing to do?” Qi Yuan asked, his expression unreadable.

“The farther she stays from me, the better,” Shufeng said, breaking into a fit of coughing. This time, it was harsher than ever. A trace of blood spilled from his lips as he clutched his chest, pain radiating from his heart.

She had to stay away from him. Only then could she go on living.

After running out of Linglong Manor, Fengguang didn’t return to the Xia residence. She walked aimlessly down the street, her heart aching with every step.

For the past nine years, she had lived with constant anxiety. Chen Hongdou never appeared in Tong County, nor did Yang Jie, the man who was supposed to be her fiancé since childhood. It was as if she had completely drifted away from the story’s plot. Even her system had gone silent, and the thing that left her most lost of all was Shufeng himself.

She had thought… forget the story, forget the “targets” she was supposed to pursue. None of that mattered. She just wanted Shufeng. But then, he said he was going to marry someone else.

She had believed, all these years, that he felt something for her too. Even though he’d once said the woman he loved was dead, she had thought if she just kept trying—not to make him forget that woman, but to make him accept her—then one day he might come to love her too.

But in the end, just one sentence—“I’m getting married”—shattered all of her illusions.

Then what were all those years between them for? What about the unspoken tenderness, the subtle glances, the fleeting touches—what did they mean?

Fengguang wandered through the streets in a daze, lost in thought, until Lianzi finally found her.

“Miss, what happened? Weren’t you at Linglong Manor?”

“It’s nothing…” Fengguang said quietly. “I’m never going back there again.” She looked at Lianzi with dim, weary eyes. “Let’s go home.”