My Crush Also Has a Crush on Me!
Chapter 159 I Will Strive to Shine for You, Revised

Chapter 159: Chapter 159 I Will Strive to Shine for You, Revised

"Brother."

The girl ran over, panting heavily.

Shen Liguang turned his head towards her tender voice. She was dressed just like during the New Year’s Eve party that year, in a light pink chiffon dress, the hem flowing.

Her eyes were youthful and naive, shimmering like pearls and jade.

He always felt she was different from others. Indeed, she had an ancient charm, possessing a gentleness rare among modern girls.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Fu Ying caught her breath and said with a blushing face, "I know Brother is not happy, so I wanted to dance for you."

Shen Liguang smiled, "You know how to dance?"

Fu Ying nodded, a bit shyly, "Yes, but I’m not very good at it."

"That doesn’t bother Brother at all."

She had learned it, yet she wasn’t very good.

This was her first time dancing for someone, a bit shy, her movements not very fluid.

But Shen Liguang felt that her dance was exceptionally beautiful.

Beneath the dim streetlights, the girl’s figure was graceful. A breeze blew, leaves falling all around, and she danced among them, making him feel somewhat entranced.

She seemed not to belong to this world, carrying an ancient grace, every frown and smile imbued with the shyness of an ancient lady.

If this were the past, she would surely be a young lady nurtured within a wealthy family.

She bowed slightly towards him, performing the courtesy of a lady.

Shen Liguang thought he heard her call him ’young master’ again.

Fu Ying, noticing his distraction, softly called out to him, "Brother."

He smiled, "Beautiful."

Fu Ying sat beside him, placing her hand in his, their fingers tightly interlocked.

"Brother." The little girl leaned her head on his shoulder, her voice tender.

"Mm?" He took a puff of his cigarette, his voice hoarse, sounding somewhat despondent.

Fu Ying looked at him.

The warm light shone on him, his eyes dull, his face lacking expression, continually smoking, his voice hoarse.

"What’s wrong?" he asked again, his voice very gentle.

Fu Ying could feel his spirits were low; he used to smile and light up when he saw her. Now, everything seemed dim, with only his tenderness towards her unchanged.

"Brother." Fu Ying called again.

"Mm." He responded patiently and turned to look at her.

Fu Ying gazed intently back at him, her eyes starting to sting, "It’s my first time dancing, just wanted to cheer you up."

Shen Liguang raised his hand and pinched her cheek, "Brother isn’t unhappy, just suddenly tired, don’t want to be a firefighter anymore."

Fu Ying lowered her head, quiet for a while before speaking, "Brother, I remember you once said, when everything before you is dark, you just need the light of a firefly. My name is Fu Ying, firefly’s Ying, I can shine. In the future, you will be the light for others, and I will be your light."

Her eyes sparkled indeed like light, she said, "Brother, don’t dislike it, although the light of a firefly is weak, I will try my best."

Shen Liguang stared at her earnest little face, lost in thought: "Try your best for what?"

"To shine brightly, to be your light, to shine for you."

The girl spoke sincerely, her little face flawless.

Shen Liguang stared at her for a long while and then smiled.

"Thank you, Yingying."

"No need to thank me, Brother. I feel like there’s not much I can do for you, except not to disturb you when you’re busy, to be with you when you need companionship, and to comfort you when you’re sad."

"Brother, I really regret not getting to know you sooner, not meeting you when you were still a teenager. Fortunately, it’s not too late now, and I can be with you for the journey ahead."

"If you don’t want to be a firefighter anymore, I support that decision too. Whatever you do, I’ll support you."

Her voice was soft, slow, and warm.

Suddenly, the man pulled her tightly into his embrace, burying his face in her neck like a child seeking warmth.

His breath, hot and moist, brushed her neck.

The night was silent, with neither cars nor pedestrians on the road.

Fu Ying bowed her head and wrapped her arms around him.

For a long while, neither of them spoke.

Fu Ying gently patted his back, trying to comfort him.

Shen Liguang held her tightly, feeling that this could somehow make up for the night’s regrets.

Fu Ying touched his short hair gently and stared at the platform’s route map before kissing his hair and slowly exhaling.

They sat there for a long time; as the sky began to gray, he took her home, his expression seemingly back to normal as though everything had passed, which made Fu Ying start to feel uneasy.

After that night, he called her every day as usual, his tone normal.

Just as Fu Ying was starting to relax, she learned from her elder brother that he had requested long leave and hadn’t been to his station for the past week.

Fu Ying felt uneasy and went to his house first; Li Ruolan said he had been staying at the station recently and not coming home.

Fu Ying then went to his apartment.

The apartment seemed long uninhabited, everything remained as she had left.

She sat on the sofa, nearly crying, and picked up her phone to call her older brother.

Fu Yi, hearing her cry, sighed deeply and eventually sent her an address.

The address was a cemetery.

That day was cloudy, with a drizzle, as he stood in a black coat in front of the tombstones.

Only when Fu Ying got closer did she realize the names on the tombstones: Shen Zhuo and Shen Liyang, his father and his brother.

His silhouette was lonely; Fu Ying’s eyes reddened, her throat tightened, and she suddenly found herself unable to speak.

She rarely saw him like this.

Fu Ying still remembered receiving his phone call that day; from his silence and then deciding not to be a firefighter anymore.

His voice was unusually low, as though a significant decision sounded trivial to him.

Actually, it wasn’t that he couldn’t face life and death, just that night he saw a father and son, very much like he once was, reminding him of the past.

Then a high school girl committed suicide, with cold and cruel words from onlookers, each uttering callous remarks.

He just felt suddenly that while he was desperately saving people, others were hastening death.

They treasured life, while some treated it as worthless.

The girl slipped from his grasp, facing cruelty with despair and a smile as she left.

In that moment, he heard the girl say, "Thank you."

She was desperate but still thanked someone; she still loved this world.

Fu Ying sighed deeply, slowly approaching him, her voice slightly hoarse: "Brother."

After that night, it was probably another week before they saw each other, and he now looked terribly unkempt.

Stubble grew on his chin, hair covering his eyelids, a stark contrast to his usual self.

When he was not working, he looked exceptionally neat, the very image of a refined gentleman.

Now... dejected.

"You, how did you come here?" he turned around, saw her.