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Chapter 159: Chapter 159: Particularly Jealous
On the way back, Han Jiaojiao was restless throughout the journey.
Her complexion was terrible, and anyone could tell she was hiding something. Han Jiaojiao tried to muster some spirit to cover it up, but found she couldn’t even squeeze out a smile. In the end, she stopped pretending and used the excuse of feeling carsick, closed her eyes, and leaned on Han Yi to rest.
She didn’t dare look at him.
That night when it was time to sleep, Han Jiaojiao became even more anxious. After seeing Qin Wenhao that day, her mind was filled with incidents from her past life. She was worried... that she might dream at night.
While making the bed, Han Jiaojiao stole glances at her brother.
After his bath, Han Yi lazily leaned back in a soft chair. His hair was still slightly damp. He stretched his legs on the desk and slowly flipped through a book he was holding.
Brother looked... as usual. He probably wouldn’t watch her dreams every night... There must be a few nights he’d miss, right? Besides, she didn’t dream every night... It wouldn’t be such a coincidence that if she dreamed tonight, he would see it, right?...
Where in the world would such coincidences exist.
Ah... but then again, sometimes the more you think it won’t happen, the more likely it is to occur...
Han Yi looked up at her, his eyes brimmed with a warm smile, "Baby, what’s wrong? You keep looking at your brother, huh?"
Han Jiaojiao’s gaze darted away, and she mumbled, "It’s nothing... How much longer will you read? I’ll turn on the desk lamp for you. The room is not very bright, it’s bad for your eyes..."
Han Yi stared at her for a while, then closed the book, saying, "No need, it’s getting late. Let’s go to sleep."
"Oh..."
As usual, Han Jiaojiao lay on her side in bed, curled up in his embrace. But today, she hesitated to close her eyes. In the darkness, her wide eyes stared, her mind a tangled mess.
She forcefully tried to think about other things, like the Space-Time Beast, like the Ability, but no matter what she thought about, her thoughts inevitably circled back to Qin Wenhao.
She couldn’t help but think about how Qin Wenhao had killed her brother.
Han Jiaojiao felt as though she was at war with herself, battling her own consciousness and her body’s fatigue. Even without doing anything, lying on the bed had her breaking out in a sweat. After struggling for what seemed like ages, she finally heard Han Yi’s long, drawn-out breaths, and the tight string in her heart relaxed...
Brother had fallen asleep.
Han Jiaojiao closed her eyes in relief.
— It was the same familiar sewer, dark, damp, and fetid.
Her brother held her tightly, constantly running forward, the entire nest of Alien Species searching for them. She couldn’t remember how many Alien Species her brother had killed, perhaps hundreds, perhaps thousands. The hands holding her trembled slightly, yet they held her firmly.
She wanted to tell her brother: Brother, kill me... Don’t waste your energy taking me with you, kill me.
But her brain began to fog, and her voice gradually became so hoarse that she could no longer speak.
A faint light broke through in front of them, and Han Yi’s steps abruptly stopped.
Han Jiaojiao wondered, had Brother found the exit?
Soon, she heard a man’s voice, arrogantly saying, "Han Yi! Bet you never thought this day would come, huh? Want to get out? Beg me, show your usual arrogance! Hahaha!"
Han Jiaojiao heard her brother gritting his teeth as he shouted the man’s name—"Qin Wenhao!"
She struggled for a long time, finally making out the ferocious face of the man. Surrounding him were blinding bolts of blue and purple lightning, both spectacular and dangerous.
"How’s it feeling, Han Yi! The taste of being close to death? Why don’t you beg me, let me end it quickly for you!"
A pair of slightly cool hands covered her eyes, and Han Yi whispered to her, "Sweetheart, don’t look."
Suddenly, she was pushed forward by a great force! Immediately, the entire world shook violently as if mountains were collapsing and the ground splitting! The roaring in her ears and a blinding explosion of light and flying dust filled her vision! She couldn’t see her brother anymore!
Brother?! Brother!!!
She was trapped inside the last strength he had condensed into a Psychic Shield, unscathed. But her brother, along with Qin Wenhao, was buried together in the sewer.
The sewer exit was blocked by the explosive debris of rocks and soil, and the air was filled with the stench of scorching.
When the power of the Psychic Shield weakened, Han Jiaojiao rushed out, desperately digging at the exit! Her fingertips soon broke and bled, staining her hands with blood. Unaware of the pain, she kept digging furiously. She unearthed a corner of a piece of clothing, fragments of flesh, and her utterly disfigured brother...
That moment, Han Jiaojiao clutched his dismembered corpse and sobbed uncontrollably, her cries tearing through the air.
Her brother was gone.
The man who loved her, protected her, was no more.
She couldn’t stop crying, until her voice was hoarse, until she lost consciousness, as if all the tears of her life had been shed...
—Han Jiaojiao suddenly sat up in bed! After recognizing her surroundings, she slowly exhaled.
Her face was cold and wet, and touching it, her hand came away with tears.
She indeed had a nightmare...
Han Jiaojiao turned her head to look at Han Yi, who was still in bed, and felt a slight relief.
Thankfully, her brother hadn’t woken up; he was still sleeping.
Having woken from her nightmare, she was now wide awake and quietly got out of bed, wanting to go outside for some fresh air. Just as she was carefully opening the door, Han Yi’s voice came from behind her—
"Where are you going?"
Click! The bedside lamp turned on, and Han Yi leaned against the headboard, his gaze deep as he looked at her.
Han Jiaojiao’s heart jumped to her throat!
"I... I’m going to the bathroom."
Han Yi silently watched her, his eyes dark and bottomless, making Han Jiaojiao feel uneasy, her thoughts in turmoil.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Han Yi asked her, his voice emotionless and cold.
Han Jiaojiao shook her head, "No..."
Though she denied it verbally, her eyes couldn’t help but drift towards Han Yi. The fragments of the dream still lingered in her mind, her brother’s bloodied, mangled body... he had tried to cover her eyes before he died...
Was he worried she would be scared?
Han Jiaojiao was shaking all over.
Han Yi walked over and held her tight, gently patting her back to comfort her.
"Can’t you even tell your brother?" Han Yi asked her.
Han Jiaojiao hugged Han Yi tightly, her voice choked, "...Brother, don’t leave me."
Han Yi’s heart tightened, but his voice grew even softer and gentler, "Baby, don’t be afraid. It was just a dream... only a dream."
"It wasn’t a dream!" Han Jiaojiao suddenly shouted!
—It was real! Those events truly happened!
But when she met Han Yi’s deep eyes, the rage swelling in her heart suddenly felt powerless to rely on...
What could she say?
Should she tell him that it was her who killed him?... Brother... it was me, I killed you...
Han Jiaojiao buried herself in his embrace, murmuring, "Brother, I’m sorry."
Han Yi held her tightly and kissed the top of her head.
"Don’t be afraid, it’s okay now, brother is here."
Han Jiaojiao nodded jerkily in his embrace.
Han Yi carried her back to the bed and took out a tissue to wipe her tears. Seeing her cry so sadly, his heart ached quietly, but he couldn’t react, he could only keep her dream... firmly in his heart.
In the dream, he had died...
