Under the combined pressure of the three, An Tong finally gave in. As dusk fell, Mu Tianze and Fang Yaya left, and Feng Guang quietly tidied up the things on the table without saying a word or even glancing at An Tong. Normally, she would have stared at people without restraint even when there were others around, let alone now that it was just the two of them.
An Tong grabbed her wrist. "Feng Guang, don't be angry."
"Mr. An, you've misunderstood. I'm not angry at all. Why would I be angry with you?" She smiled generously and charmingly, and you really couldn't tell that she was angry.
But he knew she was indeed angry. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he admitted defeat, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have had those thoughts."
"What are you thinking? How come I don't know?"
"The scenery..."
"If you don't have anything else to do, don't keep holding my hand. I need to pack my things and go home." She tried to shake his hand off, but he wouldn't let go.
An Tong lowered her eyes, "I shouldn't have thought about letting you meet other people and fall for a guy who's more suitable for you."
"Hmph!" Feng Guang slammed the bowl in her hand heavily on the table. "I told you long ago that I like you. I've come up with all sorts of reasons to see you every day, trying my best to make you feel less lonely. Did you just think I was playing around? Don't you know... don't you know it's because I like you?"
By the end, her voice was choked with sobs.
An Tong's heart tightened. He was determined not to let go of her wrist, afraid that if he did, she would run away without looking back. "I know, I know you like me, but I'm not sure. Maybe...maybe you're just infatuated with me for a while..."
He knew how alluring and deceptive his appearance was. If he wanted, he could use his body to make anyone feel sorry for him. This had become his protective coloration. When he first met Feng Guang, he also maintained this appearance. Feng Guang's goodwill came as expected, but her bold confession was the first time he had ever received such a thing.
Looking back now, his heartbeat would suddenly change when he thought about what she said to him under the shade of the tree that day.
“You know I like you, but you still think it’s just a passing infatuation. You even want to push me towards other so-called suitable guys. An Tong, let me ask you, if it’s just infatuation with someone, do I really need to do so much for you? Even more… I even thought that even if you don’t like what I’m doing, it doesn’t matter, as long as you’re okay. But…” Feng Guang bit her lower lip, “But you look down on me too much!”
She struggled to break free from his grasp and ran away without taking her things.
An Tong seemed to see a single, clear tear falling from the corner of her eye. He rubbed his forehead in frustration, unsure whether he felt regret or anxiety.
He should have realized long ago that he shouldn't have treated her like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. Her feelings were far more serious than he had imagined. An Tong couldn't understand how he could be so reckless. Wasn't he always the most calm and collected?
He truly didn't understand that no matter how intelligent or rational a person is, they become utterly useless when it comes to emotions.
Feng Guang genuinely felt sorry for An Tong, so her distress was also genuine. As soon as she returned, she locked herself in her room. She lay on the bed, not even having an appetite for dinner. You can imagine how much effort she put into winning An Tong's favor, only to have all her efforts belittled by a single word of infatuation!
Xia Chao knocked on the door and said in a sarcastic tone, "Our good neighbor brought over some things, aren't you going to come and see?"
The person lying on the bed stirred, finally unable to resist their curiosity, and got out of bed to open the door. "What did he bring?"
"I called you for dinner and you didn't even answer, but as soon as you heard that kid's name, you opened the door." Xia Chao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He threw a bouquet of white roses wrapped in paper into her arms. "He sent these over. You can take them."
The flowers, which were still buds during the day, bloomed at night. Feng Guang held the flowers and couldn't help but smile, but still snorted coldly, "At least he still has a conscience."
That sounds like a coquettish complaint.
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