Han Chen said, "It seems that my parents like you very much."

"Really..." Feng Guang smiled sheepishly, then suddenly remembered something. "By the way, I didn't tell your grandfather about your illness because I was afraid his body couldn't handle it."

“My grandfather…” A look of confusion briefly appeared in his eyes, but soon his smile returned. “It’s alright, it’s better that he doesn’t know about this.”

Feng Guang scratched his head and said with a troubled expression, "Sigh, my God of Wealth is still at your grandfather's antique shop."

"I'm so sorry..."

“You don’t need to apologize, I forgot to take it… No, you should apologize.” Fengguang muttered with dissatisfaction, “Who told you to lie to me like that the other day? You not only tricked me into cleaning, but you also tricked me into drinking bitter tea. I hate bitter things the most.”

A faint smile appeared on his lips, as gentle as a spring breeze. "It was my fault."

“It was your fault to begin with…” Seeing his pale and weak appearance, Feng Guang couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. She cleared her throat. “Well… I’ll leave after your parents come back.”

He nodded slightly. "Thank you for taking care of me for so long."

"We're from the same school, and you're the student council president, right..." she said with a fawning smile, "If I accidentally do something wrong in the future, could you please not deduct points from my class, considering how hard I went to save you?"

"Well... I can't guarantee that." His gentle tone carried an apologetic undertone.

Feng Guang hurriedly replied, "If it's not possible, then it's not possible. I know the student council president should uphold the law impartially, and I shouldn't have made this request."

"Are you angry?" He smiled slightly, a beautiful curve forming on his lips. His obsidian-like eyes held a soft light, and his gaze towards her seemed to be bathed in warm sunlight.

Feng Guang's heart skipped a beat. Her little heart just couldn't take the sound of this man speaking to her so gently. Her face flushed slightly, and she whispered, "I'm not angry..."

"Fengguang, I'm sorry." His eyes were filled with desolation at this moment. "There are many things that I am unable to do."

"It's okay...you don't need to feel guilty." Feng Guang didn't understand why he suddenly apologized to her, especially his dejected look, which was like a world where spring is always in full bloom but the sun has suddenly disappeared, making people feel sad. "I was just saying it casually. Don't worry, if I make a mistake in the future, you can do whatever you want. I won't make things difficult for you."

His eyes curved quietly into a slight smile. "Fengguang, thank you."

"No need to thank me..." Feng Guang suddenly felt extremely tired. Han Chen was extremely polite to her now, but compared to how badly he treated her before, she felt she had to be much more cautious and careful with him now.

He was too sensitive, as if the slightest thing she said could evoke his apology and sadness, which in turn would stir up her sense of guilt.

Han Chen then said, "Tomorrow is Saturday, right?"

"Yes, tomorrow is Saturday..." She nodded at first, then suddenly stood up. "Tomorrow is Saturday, so today isn't Friday! Oh no! Where's my phone?!"