Han Xi propped herself up with her arms and struggled to sit up from the ground. She closed her eyes to calm herself for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes again, the bewilderment and panic from before were no longer on her face.
Han Xi looked at Han Siyu, who seemed possessed, and there was a trace of heartbreak in her indifferent voice: "Burning me to death will only make Li Chenghao hate you more, make Lu Jinghan go all out against you, and also subject your conscience to a lifetime of condemnation. I grew up with you as your sister, not your enemy. Because the man you love happens to love me, you want to burn me to death. Han Siyu, can you face our deceased mother? Do you think she would forgive you from up in the heavens?"
Han Siyu’s hands froze, her fingers turning pale from gripping the gasoline can too hard.
Han Siyu hesitated, but only for a few minutes. She watched the sky darken outside and lightly smiled with her fiery red lips: "I don’t know if Li Chenghao will hate me if you die, but I only know that the dead won’t compete with me for men."
"You really are beyond saving."
Han Xi let out a bitter laugh, thinking she might really die here today: "Could I at least make a phone call to Lu Jinghan?"
Han Siyu eyed Han Xi warily: "What are you plotting? Want him to rescue you?"
"I just want to talk to my husband before I die. As soon as you light the match, I will be engulfed in flames. Do you really think Lu Jinghan could be faster than you?"
Seeing Han Siyu’s indecision, Han Xi continued with a note of pleading: "Consider it a favor. Right now, he’s the only family I have left in this world, and I want to say goodbye properly."
"Fine, I’ll give you that chance."
Han Siyu took out her phone and dialed Lu Jinghan’s number as instructed by Han Xi. The call was quickly answered on the other end.
Han Xi fought to keep her voice from breaking, but her nose still stung with sadness: "If I’m not around in the future, you need to eat well, sleep well, and don’t work too hard...."
Before Han Xi could finish, Lu Jinghan interrupted, clutching his chest in near-unbearable pain, tears forming at the corners of his eyes: "I won’t allow you to say that. You won’t be in any danger; stay put and wait for me to rescue you."
Han Xi was already in tears. When Wen Qin passed away, she had already experienced such a parting once, and she knew how painful it was for the one left behind.
"Jinghan, actually, in the future, you don’t have to think of me every day. Just remember me occasionally. If you meet a good girl, marry her. I don’t want you to live alone; knowing someone will take care of you would set my mind at ease. Don’t worry about me. I have Mom with me, so I won’t be lonely...."
Han Xi really couldn’t continue. Her throat felt as if something was stuck in it, unbearably uncomfortable.
Lu Jinghan felt like he was about to suffocate, the pain etched into his bones and blood making every part of him ache.
"You won’t be in danger, and I won’t allow you to be. Don’t talk to me about those messy...words."
The term "last words" wouldn’t come out of Lu Jinghan’s mouth.
Han Xi’s eyelids fell, and her heart felt like it was plunging into a bottomless pit, shattered into pieces.