Feng Guang coldly said, "You don't need to worry about this matter."
“I never intended to go to such lengths for you.” Yu Shu shrugged. “Xia Fengguang, do you believe that some people in this world have a sixth sense that is hundreds of times stronger than many others? It can travel across time and space and thus see fragments of the future.”
“Yu Shu…” Feng Guang’s lips twitched. “Don’t tell me you can predict the future.”
"Want to bet me that our show won't be able to start filming normally tomorrow?"
Feng Guang thought of An Yi, and coldly uttered two words, "No gambling."
"That's a real shame." Yu Shu's melancholy eyes showed no trace of regret. "Xia Fengguang, you've been in great danger lately. Take care of yourself."
"Are you going to tell me you foresee something bad happening to me in the future?"
Yu Shu shook his head, "I can't see it, but I have a feeling you're in danger. Good luck, otherwise the actress who can rival me will have to be replaced. Alas, how sad, beauties, like famous generals, are not allowed to grow old in this world..."
Just as his arrival was inexplicable, Yu Shu's departure was equally inexplicable after he shook his head and sighed.
"You're really sick in the head," Feng Guang said coldly.
But the more indifferent she appeared on the surface, the more terrified she was inside. She had thought Yu Shu was just a pretty face but no brains, but she hadn't expected that he also seemed to be hiding many secrets. And undeniably, his words had successfully frightened her.
People are always like this: they'd rather believe it exists than not. When one person says she's going to die, she might laugh and say he's talking nonsense, but when a second person says the same thing... she feels scared.
Especially the man Yu Shu mentioned who would appear at her door every night, a man in black, looking like a dead man... it was Mr. A.
Looking at the empty corridor, Feng Guang felt as if a pair of eyes were watching her. She dared not linger any longer, turned around, took out her room card, and went into the room. When she stepped into the doorway, she saw a letter tucked under the door.
Perhaps the waiter, seeing that no one was in the room, slipped the letter under the door.
What terrified her was the white envelope and the golden baby's breath on its opening.
It's that man again...
After standing there stunned for a long time, Feng Guang finally remembered to close the door. She hesitated to touch the letter, but after some hesitation, in order to find out why the man was so persistent in his pursuit of her, she finally bent down to pick up the letter, opened the envelope, and took out the letter inside.
Fengguang, this may be the last time I write to you. Do you think my handwriting has become much uglier? Please don't mind, because my hand no longer has the strength to lift the pen.
I received a critical condition notice. I was already prepared for this outcome, so I'm not sad. I just feel... unwilling. If I'm destined to die, why did I have to meet you?
Fengguang, this resentment, it's all your fault. That day at the Yue Lao Temple, you shouldn't have bumped into my arms. If I hadn't met you, I would have been more able to accept this unfair fate. But there are no ifs. I believe that even if I could do it all over again, I would still choose to meet you that day. The difference is that on that day, I would keep you with me.
So, it's your fault, but I've fallen in love with this mistake. In that sense, my mistake seems even bigger than yours.
In this world, everything can be calculated, whether it's money, power, or feelings. But you are the only thing I cannot calculate, because when I see you, my proud rationality collapses.
For example, I've thought more than once that if I really die, I'll drag you down with me... to hell with me.
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