"Lu Jinghan, you must treat Han Xi well in the future. Now, you are all she has. Her mother, who loved her most, has passed away, and her father only has eyes for those shameless mother and daughter. And I, as her sister, even wanted to burn her alive..."
Han Siyu stopped speaking, only smiling, but the laughter sounded desolate.
Lu Jinghan stood up and walked towards the window, his deep eyes like a vortex looking into the distance, his thin lips slightly parted: "Tell me about Han Xi’s past, anything at all."
Lu Jing had not experienced Han Xi’s past, but he wanted to know, wanted to understand his wife better.
Han Siyu understood what Lu Jinghan meant, but she had just woken up and her body was still very weak. Having said so much all at once, she really didn’t have the strength to continue.
"Can I tell you later? I’m out of strength."
Lu Jinghan turned to look at Han Siyu on the hospital bed: "Han Xi’s injuries are not too serious. As long as she receives good treatment in the hospital, she will be fine."
After hearing what Lu Jinghan said, tears fell from the corner of Han Siyu’s eyes.
Fortunately, Han Xi is okay. Otherwise, she would regret it for a lifetime.
As Lu Jinghan left, Li Chenghao was smoking in the corridor. He took a deep drag, extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, and stepped into the intensive care unit.
The moment Li Chenghao pushed the door open, Han Siyu covered her face tightly with the blanket, and a weak voice came from underneath: "Li Chenghao, I said before that when you were discharged, I would completely disappear from your world. I will keep my word. Now that I’ve become , it’s karma. Please don’t come here again."
Li Chenghao’s hand on the doorknob involuntarily tightened, feeling a hard-to-describe emotion in his heart: "Alright, I’ll help you find a caregiver. Rest and heal well."
Li Chenghao’s gentle voice revealed no emotion, as if there had been no hatred, no love, and no resentment between them in the past—just so ordinary that they could no longer even be called friends.
Or maybe not even friends.
Hearing the door close once more, Han Siyu finally removed the blanket. She already felt too ashamed to face Han Xi and Li Chenghao again.
She had been wrong, terribly wrong, four years ago.
When Lu Jinghan returned to the ward, Manman and Han Xi were video chatting with Chu Ci.
After learning about Han Xi’s injury, without saying a word, Chu Ci wanted to drop everything and fly back, but her manager insisted on holding her back.
The entire crew was already prepared; if she left, not only would the director blow up, but it could also be troublesome if the media labeled her as being difficult.
Seeing Lu Jinghan return, Han Xi smiled lightly and said to Chu Ci on the screen, "I’ll talk to you later, I’m hanging up now."
Before Han Xi disconnected the video, Manman quipped to Chu Ci: "Lu Jinghan’s back, so she’s ditching you for him. Our positions are already in jeopardy; she’s practically ditching friends for love."
Chu Ci, still in costume on set, dressed as an ancient jade maiden, laughed without any regard for her image.
Blushing, Han Xi ended the video call, thinking of how she wished she could sew Manman’s mouth shut with a needle.
Manman got up from the chair, cleared her throat: "I won’t intrude on your little world anymore. Take your time being lovey-dovey, I need to pursue my own happiness."
Han Xi felt a bit worried for Feng Yi.