Si Jia said coldly, "He doesn't have that chance."
“That makes sense.” Feng Guang nodded, resting her chin on her hand on the table. She could say she didn’t believe in having a next life. She had just remembered what You’er had said that day, but she had only mentioned it jokingly and hadn’t taken it seriously. Looking at the man in front of her, who was seriously carving a doll, she tilted her head and asked, “Si Jia, who are you carving?”
"you."
She was taken aback. "Me?"
"Hmm." He didn't even look up. "I'm looking for something that interests me."
"So... is carving wooden figures something you're interested in?"
“Sculpting a wooden figure that looks just like you is what interests me.” He slightly raised his eyes, a hint of darkness flashing in his calm gaze.
Feng Guang inexplicably felt her cheeks burning. Just as she covered her face with her hands, he grabbed one of them. She looked at him, puzzled.
Si Jia asked, "Is your injury any better?"
"Injury?" Suddenly remembering that she had once cut her wrist, her hand trembled, and she said timidly, "You know I'm injured..."
He tightened his grip on her wrist a little, but quickly relaxed it again. "I know."
"Um... I didn't mean to hide it from you, it's just a small thing." She said guiltily at first, then realized something was wrong, "How did you find out I was injured?"
He said casually, "I found it when I was changing your clothes."
"Oh... I see, wait a minute!" Her eyes widened. "You're going to change my clothes!?"
"Otherwise, who do you want to replace it for you?" He asked matter-of-factly, completely unaware of how embarrassing and infuriating his actions would be.
Feng Guang remained silent for a long time after hearing his words, "You can... find someone of the same gender as me..."
“No.” He released her hand and continued carving the wooden figure that was almost finished.
Her face darkened. "Why not?"
Because she was so eager to find him as soon as she woke up, and then she was so relieved when she found him that she didn't even notice that her clothes had changed. Now that he mentioned it, she felt a strange mix of emotions, a little ashamed and embarrassed.
"They can't touch you."
His answer surprised her even more: "What do you mean they can't touch me?"
Si Jia said casually, "I won't be able to resist killing them."
The scenery was like a new continent he had discovered, and he wondered how many more novel experiences it would bring him. How could he let others encounter this treasure?
"Sijia...you've become strange." After holding it in for a long time, she finally managed to say these words. He was still the same cold man as before, but now he made her feel a little scared.
Si Jia held the finished wooden figure in her hand. The figure was of a woman with a serene posture, her long hair hanging down and her clothes fluttering. She seemed to be standing in the wind, in the night wind of that night, when she took off the gold hairpin from her head and handed it to her.
He looked at the wooden figure in his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Feng Guang said I need to find something I'm truly interested in, and I need to live life to the fullest. I'm working on it now."
He slowly tightened his grip on the wooden figure, and even the faint smile seemed to fade.
He was trying his best to keep her by his side.
A chill ran down my spine despite the glamorous scene.
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