“But I’m already here, standing right in front of you, beside you. Even if you want to kick me out, you can’t. Look, we’re so close now that I can hold your hand.” Feng Guang grabbed his hand tightly, her expression stubborn and serious. She showed him with her actions that once she made up her mind, nothing could change it.
An Tong's fingers twitched, and he finally couldn't help but grasp her hand in return. After meeting her incredulous gaze, he smiled helplessly. He had never responded to her intimate gestures before. "Plant the white roses."
"Okay!" Feng Guang agreed, but still didn't do anything.
An Tong asked her, "What's wrong?"
"Reluctantly, I let go of your hand."
"Then don't release it."
"Okay~" she replied sweetly, taking a step closer to him with a satisfied smile. Just as she was about to squat down to get a better look at him, she was suddenly pulled onto his lap. She tried to get up, but he stopped her with his other hand.
"Don't move." His voice rang in her ear.
Feng Guang blushed and said, "But... this will weigh down your legs."
"It's okay, you're so light." Too light, too small, she landed in his arms, her petite and soft body making him tighten his grip, as if his arms were still empty no matter how he held her. "Scenic beauty."
"Mmm..." she responded softly, but the blush on her cheeks wouldn't fade.
He called her name again, "Fengguang".
"What's wrong? I still have a few red roses left to pick. Didn't we say we were going to plant white roses?" Just now she was thinking that she shouldn't leave him, but now their intimate actions that made her blush and her heart race made her want to run away at the last minute.
Only one red rose remained.
“Keep this red rose.” An Tong’s eyes warmed in the sunlight, and his expression softened as if he had remembered something. “We’ll plant white roses around it.”
Feng Guang liked the word "we," and her laughter was incredibly sweet. "Okay, let's leave one red rose."
In this way, the extra red roses are gone, leaving only the pure white surrounding it, with no room for any other colors.
“My mother is a very good mother.” An Tong suddenly said, which came out of the blue. In the past, he would never have taken the initiative to bring up things about his mother.
Feng Guang looked up at him, at his profile, at the perfectly sculpted features, and she remained quiet.
"But she later discovered that a mother who takes care of a sick child is more dazzling in a crowd than a mother who has a healthy child. From that day on, my life was taken away."
Feng Guang grasped his hand.
He lowered his head, almost whispering, "I don't understand if receiving attention and sympathy from others really brings such a great sense of satisfaction. Because of this, I became her victim."
Gaining sympathy and attention—that's the simplest reason, the only simple reason. An Tong lost the normal life of learning, lost the right to run and jump. He has been in a wheelchair for thirteen years, and the painful rehabilitation training he has been doing every day on the advice of doctors is just the biggest irony. He can still remember all of his mother's encouraging smile.
Why should we remember these things?
An Tong didn't know, probably because he couldn't forget.
"An Tong." Feng Guang's voice was soft but clear. "Now, your life is back, and no one can steal it away from you. I promise you."
So don't worry.
No one would ever discover the body she had secretly hidden under the banyan tree.
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