Rebirth: Exclusive Love in the End of the World-Chapter 166: Where Is the Mistake?

Han Yi saw Han Jiaojiao’s stunned look and was irritated beyond belief.

She’s been shut in for two days and still hasn’t figured out what she did wrong?!

When Han Jiaojiao saw Han Yi’s face darken, she felt even more aggrieved, and tears started to flow. She crawled back to the corner of the bed, muttered in utter despair, "You don’t like me anymore..."

Han Yi was furious, "What?!"

Han Jiaojiao grabbed the pillow from the head of the bed and threw it fiercely, crying out loudly, "You don’t like me anymore!"

The pillow flew without causing any harm, just like her at the moment, fierce in appearance but actually fragile.

Han Yi bent over and grabbed her arm tightly, his narrow eyes slightly squinting, his tone ominously dark as he said, "What are you going crazy about?!"

"You don’t like me anymore!" Han Jiaojiao blurted out recklessly, her voice hoarse with accusation, "You tied me up with a rope! Locked me up and wouldn’t let me go out! Wouldn’t let me go downstairs to eat! Wouldn’t let me go downstairs to use the bathroom!"

Han Yi nearly yelled through gritted teeth, "I don’t like you? If I fucking didn’t like you, would I still cater to your eating and drinking? Carry your shit and urine?!"

"Pfft..."

An untimely soft laugh came from outside the door.

Han Yi got out of bed furiously, shouting, "Everyone get out!!!"

Panic-stricken footsteps hurried down the stairs, evidently... there was more than one person.

Han Jiaojiao was so stunned by the scene that she forgot to cry, and it took a long time for her to gather herself. Her eyes reddened as she looked at Han Yi and stammered, "You just don’t like me anymore... You never used to be so harsh and yell at me. If I cried, you would always come to comfort me... You don’t comfort me anymore..." She felt increasingly aggrieved, and tears once again filled her reddened eyes.

"Did you ever run out to kill someone without saying a word before?" Han Yi countered.

"Are you angry because I killed Qin Wenhao?" Han Jiaojiao’s face showed a pained expression, speaking without thinking, "What if I killed Qin Nanyi too?! Are you going to kill me to avenge her?!"

Han Yi laughed bitterly in extreme anger, his entire demeanor menacingly dark, "Is that how you see me? Huh?"

Han Jiaojiao looked at Han Yi’s face turning livid with anger and felt a wave of guilt.

Then, she inexplicably lost her nerve...

"...then why are you...so mean to me..." She spoke in a soft and delicate voice, filled with infinite grievance.

Han Yi glared at her fiercely, his gaze intimidating.

Han Jiaojiao was also very distressed, thinking to herself that this time her brother really wouldn’t come to comfort her... Was her brother going to continue keeping her locked up?

No, she didn’t want to be locked up!

Han Jiaojiao’s tears flowed freely, and she pitifully crawled to Han Yi’s side, tugging at his clothes, pleading with him, "Brother, I’m sorry...I was wrong, I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that, please don’t lock me up anymore, okay? I know I was wrong..."

Han Yi stared at her intensely, and after a long pause, he said, "You went to kill Qin Wenhao because of that dream, didn’t you?"

Han Jiaojiao’s expression stiffened, and she instinctively started to shake her head in denial.

However, after only shaking her head a couple of times, she realized and began nodding vigorously, "Brother! They are not good people! They deserve to die! — Don’t be angry with me anymore, okay?"

Since Han Yi considered her dream predictive, well, let it be predictive then. As long as it was plausible, it was not such a big deal. Moreover, she hadn’t lied to her brother; those things could indeed happen, and no matter how careful she was, she couldn’t prevent the Qin Family’s malicious ambitions! It was better to strike first!

"Why have you never told me?" Han Yi stared at her unblinkingly, not missing any slight change in her facial expression.

Han Jiaojiao stared blankly back at him, her eyes somewhat vacant.

Han Yi moved closer, his voice lowered to a whisper, "Is it because... in your dream, brother dies?"

Han Jiaojiao’s pupils constricted instantly, her whole body tensing up, she looked at Han Yi with sheer terror—

"...you... you knew?"

Her shock and disarray, as seen in Han Yi’s eyes, pained him deeply.

Han Yi took a deep breath, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and asked, "Why haven’t you ever told your brother?"

Told?

...What could she say?

"How stupid am I? I couldn’t see through my own feelings, trusted the wrong person, and in the end... I got you killed..."

"Brother, I... I can’t say it..."

"Good, tell brother, what happened in the dream?" Han Yi coaxed softly.

"No... I don’t know..." Han Jiaojiao turned her head away, refusing to look at him, the bitterness in her heart indescribable.

"Jiaojiao..."

"Brother, please don’t ask me anymore, okay?" Han Jiaojiao closed her eyes, tears still streaming down uncontrollably, "I don’t know... I don’t remember, please stop asking..."

Han Yi held her in his arms, feeling a heavy weight in his heart.

When he realized that the dream had become an untouchable scar for Han Jiaojiao, his heart felt desolate and even more defeated. He had lost to a dream.

"Jiaojiao, I saw it," Han Yi said in a low voice, "I saw myself with you in a very dark, very black tunnel."

The Han Jiaojiao in his arms shivered violently.

Han Yi felt pity, yet forced himself to continue—

"You were hurt, and I was holding you, running forward, and then... Qin Wenhao appeared in the dream..."

"Brother, stop," Han Jiaojiao covered her ears with her hands, shut her eyes tightly, her whole body trembling intensely.

"Jiaojiao, why were we in that tunnel in the dream?"

"Ah!!!!"—

A piercing scream burst from Han Jiaojiao’s throat! A hoarse, desperate scream. More tears flowed from her eyes as she knelt on the bed, clutching her head tightly, unwilling to listen any further.

Enough, it was enough!

Han Yi pulled her up from the bed and held her in his arms, gently patting her back, "Good, good... brother will stop, I’ll stop."

"Brother! Brother, brother... brother..." She kept calling him, as if this would bring her redemption.

"Brother is here. Baby, it’s okay... Brother is here."

"Brother... don’t be mad at me, my heart hurts so much..."

"Mmm, brother is not mad at you..."

"Brother... brother..."

......

Han Yi took a long time to finally calm Han Jiaojiao’s emotions.

He coaxed Han Jiaojiao to sleep, then slowly walked out of the room. As he walked downstairs, he saw Lu Changyuan leaning on a lounge chair smoking, and Han Yi asked him, "Got a cigarette?"

Lu Changyuan was slightly taken aback, then handed him one.

Han Yi never smoked.

Watching the smoke curl behind Han Yi’s somber and stern face, Lu Changyuan figured that Han Yi’s mood was probably not very good.

"She had a dream." Han Yi suddenly said, "In the dream, I was killed by Qin Wenhao, which is why she went to kill Qin Wenhao."

Lu Changyuan was slightly startled.

"Are you talking about... a prophetic dream?"

Han Yi hung his head, a fierce look flickering in his eyes. "Whether it’s prophetic is not clear, but her becoming like this is definitely related to that dream."

"What else happened in the dream?" Lu Changyuan asked.

Han Yi shook his head, saying, "She refuses to talk about it. I mentioned it a few times, and she couldn’t handle it..."

Remembering Han Jiaojiao’s tear-stained face, his heart twitched with pain. He held back, then continued, "In a few days, let’s invite Hong Yun over and try again."