She wore the wedding dress for the photoshoot, the envelope Mr. A sent, and this dress... no matter which one it was, there were baby's breath stars.
Something was about to burst forth in Feng Guang's mind, but a box on the bedside table caught her attention because there was a note on the box with only one sentence written on it: "For the one I love most."
She recognized the handwriting; it was exactly the same as the handwriting in the letters that Mr. A had sent before.
She paused for a moment, then walked over. The antique wooden box lay there quietly. She hesitated for only a moment before carefully opening the box. Inside was a piece of paper.
Feng Guang unfolded the folded paper. On top of it was a wedding dress design sketch. The lines looked somewhat childish, indicating the artist was quite young, but all the necessary details were captured. She remembered that the wedding dress she wore that day was exactly the same as this design. In the lower right corner of the sketch was a line of text:
This is my first design, something I've treasured for many years. Now, I'm giving you my most important thing. From this day forward, you will be my most precious treasure.
It really was him...
Feng Guang put down the blueprints and looked down. He saw an hourglass in the box. The hourglass represents time, but all the sand was lying at the bottom. Did that mean... time was gone?
"No..." a weak voice came from the corner, "Don't touch the hourglass..."
Feng Guang paused as she raised her hand. Turning around, she saw the man in black, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, lying in the corner. His body was almost transparent, and through him, she could see the white wall.
“It’s you…” She couldn’t help but take a step back. The fear he had instilled in her was still there, even though he seemed to be about to disappear.
He noticed her wariness, and a sarcastic smile curled at the corners of his pale lips, perhaps mocking himself. He struggled to sit up against the wall and let out a soft sigh. "It's been a long time. Seeing you still alive is both a joy and a pity."
"What do you mean?" Feng Guang paused, then asked, "What's wrong with you looking like this?"
"Can't you tell that I'm about to disappear?"
"Disappear... Don't be ridiculous. A demon like you can't just disappear so easily."
"I'm really happy that you're so confident in me." He seemed genuinely happy and smiled. "You're standing so far away from me, it's hard for me to talk. Can't you come a little closer?"
Feng Guang was stunned. She subconsciously took a few steps closer to him, but still kept a distance of three steps.
"Closer."
With inexplicable feelings, she walked up to him. Suddenly, he raised his hand and, with a strength he didn't know he had, pulled her hand, causing her to fall into his arms.
Feng Guang's first reaction was to pull away from his embrace, but then she heard him whisper in her ear, "I'm about to disappear. Let me hold you tight before I leave."
For some reason, she suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
Seeing that she had stopped struggling, he happily kissed her left cheek again, "Fengguang, you still have feelings for me after all."
"...Don't misunderstand, I just saw how you look now and it reminded me of An Yi from the past." Yes, An Yi used to speak to her in such a heartbreaking tone.
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