Wen Qiong suddenly became curious, so he and Qiu Liang drove for an hour and climbed the mountain for ten minutes to reach the crowded Yue Lao Temple. Qiu Liang was genuinely trying to help Wen Qiong relax, but he also genuinely wanted to come here to find inspiration for his new drama. Once at the Yue Lao Temple, he took out his camera and kept taking pictures, completely ignoring Wen Qiong, who was visiting such a crowded place for the first time.

Wen Qiong disliked crowded places, and even more so, noisy places. He began to feel bored, realizing he shouldn't have come to this suffocating place out of momentary curiosity.

The moment he turned to leave, a soft, delicate body bumped into him.

What kind of feeling is this?

Her body was so soft that he wanted to embed himself into it, and her fragrance was so sweet that he wanted to hold her close and keep taking what he wanted… Wen Qiong couldn’t find any other words to describe his feelings at this moment.

She quickly stepped out of his embrace. "Excuse me, sir."

Hmm... her voice was so melodious that it made him want to pin her down and hear her begging cries.

This was the first time Wen Qiong had experienced this feeling of being out of control. It was a very unfamiliar feeling, so he first felt bewildered. Then, he instinctively felt that this sudden unfamiliarity was beyond his control, and he had never liked the feeling of being unable to control himself.

But today, all his dislikes and all his rational calculations have departed from him.

He wants this woman.

And this woman had already left while his thoughts were churning.

Qiu Liang walked over at some point. "The one who just ran away... judging from her back view, it should be Xia Fengguang. I just met her manager, so she must be Xia Fengguang."

"Xia Fengguang..." Wen Qiong murmured the name, his hand slowly placed on his chest, his heart pounding violently, urging him to quickly grab the girl.

No need to rush.

He told himself that she couldn't escape.

Because of the extreme emotional fluctuations, Wen Qiong returned to the hospital. The doctor said her condition had worsened. Qiu Liang felt very guilty, believing that he had made Wen Qiong's illness more serious.

Wen Qiong didn't say it wasn't his business; sometimes, a person's sense of guilt is a very useful thing to exploit.

Sending people to follow Feng Guang was no longer enough for him. Unable to vent his intense emotions, he began writing letters in the hospital and also sought out the man in the next ward, slowly pouring out his pent-up feelings. It was just like when they chatted together more than ten years ago, with Wen Qiong speaking slowly and the man listening patiently. The difference was that the comatose man would never answer him again.

A few months later, Wen Qiong's condition worsened, and Qiu Liang told him with a pained expression that his father had finally succumbed to his illness and passed away.

Wen Qiong comforted him, "Your father wouldn't want to see you sad."

Another month passed, and Qiu Liang emerged from his grief. With a grateful smile, he said to Wen Qiong, "Thank you for comforting me these past few days. You're right, one must always look forward."

No, he won't look forward.

Wen Qiong felt panicked.

Qiu Liang was clearly heartbroken, but after a while, he could smile again; time really can heal all wounds.

But what if he dies?

Feng Guang was unaware of his existence. Even if it was only for this brief moment of sadness, she would not cry for him, and she would never keep his name in her heart.

Wen Qiong was unwilling to accept this.

One night, when all was quiet, he made a decision.

He wanted to take her with him and leave, leave this boring world.

And so, everything began to crumble at that moment.