The man turned around, his face, mostly hidden by his hat, facing the wind. His bloodless lips curled slightly. "Have you thought it through? You want to go to hell with me?"
“I think you’ve misunderstood something. I don’t plan to go to hell. Someone once said that even if I really die, someone like me will go to heaven.”
"That's a real shame."
Feng Guang knew that his regret was just a casual remark. She looked around and asked, "Where's An Yi?"
"You're very worried about him."
"Of course he's my boyfriend, how could I not worry?"
He seemed utterly puzzled. "I remember you're terrified of ghosts, how could you fall for him?"
"I like An Yi, and that has nothing to do with his identity."
"If that's the case, why don't you like me?"
She paused for a moment, not expecting him to ask that question, but quickly replied, "I'd be crazy to like someone who wants to kill me. Besides, I didn't even know you before you came to kill me, so how could I possibly like you?"
“You’re absolutely right.” His handsome lips curled into a mocking smile, laced with undisguised sarcasm. “He’s smarter than me. We both know what you love most, what moves you the most… In every way, we’re the same, except he can approach you with tender affection, while I can only wait in the shadows for you to decay with me. So, I lost.”
“I don’t understand…” Feng Guang bit her lip, “According to your letter, we’ve only met once, why are you so persistent with me?”
“You can’t possibly understand, because I don’t understand either.” He let out a soft laugh. “All I know is that from the moment I met you, a voice told me that it was you.”
Countless people drew lots that day. If he hadn't agreed to go to the Temple of the Matchmaker with his friends, if she hadn't bumped into his arms, he would still be that sickly man who only knew how to leave everything to fate.
But there are no "what ifs" in any of this.
It was just a brief encounter, but his heart, which had been calm for over twenty years, began to flutter. Yes, he couldn't understand why he had met her that day.
If Yu Shu were to describe this inexplicable feeling of being moved, he would probably recite the line, "I searched for him a thousand times in the crowd, but suddenly when I turned around, I found him where the lights were dim."
But to put it bluntly...
This is the woman, she is destined to be mine... That day, his mind was filled with this sentence. Immediately afterwards, his methodical life began to go off track, and the four words "leave it to fate" that he used to believe in became a joke.
As he wrote in his letter, she would never know how much courage and perseverance it took to resist the impossible, and how much helplessness and pain she had to endure.
Feng Guang couldn't understand his obsession with her, just as she wouldn't know the terrifying desire he harbored for her. A man who wanted to kill her just because he'd met her once—that's hardly something to be envied.
She felt a chill run down her spine, but she still stubbornly asked, "Where did An Yi go?"
“I made him disappear for a while.”
"What do you mean?"
"Don't worry, he'll show up again. Fengguang, didn't you come looking for me?" He stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head, his cool lips brushing against her ear. "I saw everything you and he did. How about you do it with me again? Once I'm satisfied, I'll let him come back to you. What do you say?"
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