But one thing is certain: he will slowly decay in this dark room.
Suddenly, a light appeared in the darkness.
The door opened gently, and a petite girl appeared against the light.
Han Chen's dark eyes were still somewhat unaccustomed to the sudden light. After a moment, he let out a soft laugh, "Good evening, Miss Xia."
“It’s morning now.” Feng Guang carefully corrected him, then paused for a long time before walking up to him. “You’re not tied up.”
"Yes, I wasn't tied up."
"Then you can leave."
Han Chen's calm expression froze. After a long while, he looked at her with a "Are you crazy?" look. "Are you really Xia Fengguang? Or are you a clone like me?"
"Can't you be serious for once?" She had no smile on her face, her expression was cold.
Han Chen stood up. He should have looked up at her, but now, because of his height advantage, he looked down at her. He revealed a handsome smile, "You need to understand, letting me leave is tantamount to announcing Han Qi's death."
"Han Qi will not die." Her answer was quick and forceful.
He laughed, "That's just you comforting yourself. Many people are powerless in the face of illness."
"Even if what you said is true... Han Qi doesn't want to sacrifice you to save his life."
"I'm not surprised by this. After all, in my memory, he's always been like this... a saint." After thinking for a while, Han Chen finally found the right two words to describe Han Qi. He remembered that Han Qi was weak when he was a child, but he always liked to do things that he couldn't do, such as wanting to climb a tree to save a cat that couldn't get down, or wanting to carry him on his back when he hurt his leg because he was playing... All these things, now that he thinks about it, isn't Han Qi a saint?
There was no darkness about Han Qi, which was exactly what Han Chen hated and envied.
Feng Guang lowered his gaze slightly, "Han Qi has endured the torment of illness for eighteen years. I believe in him. He is not someone who can be defeated by fate so easily. Even for my sake... he has to try his best to live on."
She naively hoped that time would keep increasing, striving to live through each second, each minute, and each hour.
"What if he can't survive?" Han Chen asked with amusement, his flippant tone suggesting he was only asking for fun.
But he could never have predicted how Feng Guang would respond.
"If he can't go on living, then I'll go and join him." Her beautiful eyes were filled with seriousness at this moment, a determination that was unwavering and awe-inspiring.
After a long silence, Han Chen laughed, "Xia Fengguang, should I say you're stupid? You cowardly succumbed to guilt and wanted me to leave, but you also had the foolish courage to die with Han Qi, using my life to drag down both of yours. This is not a worthwhile deal."
"If a 20-year-old sacrifices his life to save a 90-year-old in a fire, would you consider it a worthwhile trade?"
Han Chen answered matter-of-factly, "Of course not."
“But in my eyes, life cannot be measured by numbers,” she said. “So I can’t bear to watch you die, but I can accompany Han Qi to the end of life.”
The atmosphere fell silent.
After a long, long time, Han Chen let out a soft "heh," and said, "I think I understand now why you like Han Qi but not me."
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