"Lu Jinghan, I love you, so much, so very much. Ever since my mother passed away, I haven’t had a home. Thank you for giving me that feeling of home again."
Feng Yi, driving beside him, saw Lu Jinghan so vulnerable and fragile for the first time. Even when his parents died in a car accident, he hadn’t been .
The police had tapped Lu Jinghan’s phone and now had located the other party. Helicopters and armed police cars were racing towards the site of the kidnapping.
Han Siyu hung up the phone immediately, afraid that if she continued listening, she would waver and be reluctant to kill Han Xi.
"Xiao Xi, don’t blame me. I just love that man too much, want him too desperately. I’ll repay you in our next life."
Han Xi looked at her with swollen eyes, calm and without a ripple: "In the next life, I don’t want to know you, nor do I want to be your sister. I’d prefer we don’t even have the chance to brush past each other."
Han Xi closed her eyes, scenes of her with Lu Jinghan flashed through her mind, and an involuntary soft curve appeared on her lips.
It’s just a pity she won’t be able to walk to the end with him.
Looking at Han Xi’s resolute stance, Han Siyu’s hand shook while holding the lighter, her inner conflict raging.
Ultimately, she cruelly threw the lit lighter into the gasoline, and scarlet flames instantly surrounded Han Xi.
Han Xi’s hands, tied behind her, clenched tightly together, her heart gripped by fear......
The fire burned fiercer, smoke filling the room, causing Han Xi to cough uncontrollably. She sat there curled up, neither crying nor shedding a tear; her moist eyes like a wounded fawn, helplessly fixed on the wedding ring on her hand..... constantly looking.
Through the raging flames, Han Siyu watched Han Xi curled up alone there, suddenly feeling immense pain, scenes from their childhood flashing through her mind like a slideshow.
She remembered once when a neighbor’s child bullied her, Han Xi stood by her side, protecting her, saying she would fight anyone who dared to bully her sister.
Han Xi was afraid of thunder, every time it rained and thundered, she would hug her blanket and run to Han Siyu’s room, sleeping by her side.
Even when Han Xi saw her and Li Chenghao together, she never cursed her....
In that instant, Han Siyu suddenly realized the things she obstinately believed were right were so hopelessly wrong.
Clearly, Han Xi was the victim, clearly, she had taken what rightfully belonged to another, clearly, the Han Family had kindly adopted her, yet here she was about to burn to death the sister she had grown up with.
They were family without blood relations.
Han Siyu finally realized how absurdly wrong she was.
With the wooden beam above about to fall, without a second thought, Han Siyu rushed inside, forcefully pushing Han Xi far from the fire, only to trip over something she couldn’t see, the falling beam landing squarely on her.
In panic and despair, Han Xi cried and shouted: "Sister, sister.... come out quickly, help.... "
Trapped beneath the charred, blackened wood, her body scalded, Han Siyu gritted her teeth looking at Han Xi: "Xiao Xi, please forgive me, I’ve realized my wrongs."
Frantically, Han Xi struggled with all her might, her hands bound so tightly they were bloody and raw: "Sister, I’m not mad; we’ll always be a family.....