Zhen Wei asked, "Miss Xia, you and Han Qi..."
"He likes me, and I like him too." She said it confidently, her eyes welling up with tears, perhaps in the emergency room or on the way here. The tear tracks on her eyes made her determination seem even more unwavering.
Zhen Wei didn't show any displeasure. She said softly, "Liking Han Qi takes a lot of courage, Miss Xia. You deserve better."
“But I don’t lack courage in this matter.” Feng Guang pursed her lips and said, “Han Qi is a coward. He said he liked me, but he wanted to use death to escape this matter, so… so I need to be more courageous. I will not admit defeat. I want him to live, even if it is only pain, he must live.”
Zhen Wei paused for a moment, and finally just sighed deeply.
Han Qi was transferred to the ICU. Although his physiological functions stabilized, no one could guarantee that this was not temporary.
Fengguang placed her hand on the glass window. She stood outside the door, only able to see him through the thick glass. He was still lying there quietly. She couldn't get close to him or hear his breathing, which made her panic. She was afraid that if she had arrived a step later today... would he really have chosen to give up and leave?
Han Wei and Zhen Wei, who had disappeared for a while, came back. Han Wei said, "It's already five o'clock in the morning. I just called Mr. Xia and told him that you are here with me. But you have been standing for so long, so why don't you go and rest for a while? Go to the ward where Han Qi used to stay and sleep for a while."
Feng Guang glanced at Zhen Wei, whose expression was clearly off. She realized something, but still nodded and slowly walked away.
Han Wei didn't want her to stay there for only one reason: Han Chen had come.
Two men in black closed the door to a hospital room and brushed past her in the corridor. Her attention was fleeting. As she passed the room, she tried to pretend she didn't care, but she couldn't help glancing over there. The door was locked, and she couldn't tell what was inside.
The guilt of not helping her and the desire to save Han Qi tormented her. She raised her hand to support herself against the wall, her hands slowly clenching into fists. She was confused as to why all of this had to happen before her eyes.
She didn't want to know these things—clones, sacrifices—she could have chosen not to know any of them, instead of being unable to even deceive herself!
On the other side of the door, unlike the well-lit corridor, the room was dimly lit.
Han Chen sat quietly on the hospital bed, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, neither fearful nor angry. He had long been prepared for this day to come, so he felt no panic at all.
After all, hadn't he lived a peaceful life for almost eighteen years? He knew in his heart that if Han Qi hadn't said something to Han Wei, given his identity as a clone, Han Wei would have imprisoned him in a secluded place instead of letting him go to school and live a normal life.
Therefore, Han Chen often wondered whether he hated Han Qi more or was grateful to him more. His birth was because of Han Qi, and his destined sacrifice was also because of Han Qi...
This is a very contradictory thing.
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