Chapter 962: None of Us Need You
So She really, truly couldn’t understand Han Litong, and had no idea what she actually wanted.
Fengxi loved her for so many years, yet she just had to give Him up for that so‑called responsibility she felt she ought to shoulder. Later, for the sake of the man she loved, she still gave up the better life Fengxi could offer her. In the end, when Fengxi finally let go, she suddenly felt that she’d fallen in love with Fengxi.
She never once had a moment of genuine happiness. She felt it was heaven being unfair to her, but she clearly had had many choices. Even if all the earlier chances were gone, no longer something she could choose, at least now she could still choose, couldn’t she? She could have chosen a calm, joyful life, yet she insisted on brooding over the scars in her heart. Like this, she would never have any ease, and would only drag other people down with her.
Her relationship with Fengxi, once it was broken it was broken. Wouldn’t it be better for everyone if she just let go?
Why torment herself like this?
Han Litong was blocked speechless by Her words. She stared blankly at Han Jing, bit her lip, looking a bit at a loss and a bit helpless, like a child.
There were no outsiders here. Han Jing had not let Lan Ling and Su Xingqiao come in, because the Han Litong of today was no longer a match for Her. What’s more, if the two of them were still capable of getting into a fight now, that would really be practically impossible—unless Han Litong had become as utterly deranged as Xia Ji.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t.
Han Litong was merely too weak, too self‑righteous. She wasn’t like Xia Ji, so crazed that she wanted revenge on society, nor like Han Qingjue, who, once she did wrong, knew it was wrong, dared to admit it and face it, dared to let go and start over. Han Litong just wallowed endlessly in self‑pity, doing things that were completely meaningless.
Han Jing herself, if She had to talk about hatred—there really wasn’t any deep, unresolvable blood feud with her. But as for closeness, as for any attempt at understanding—there was absolutely no way She could develop even the slightest bit of affection for Han Litong. Their values were worlds apart, with nothing in common to talk about.
Han Jing sighed. "I really don’t have anything more to say to you. Han Qingjue should be doing quite well now. I’m doing well too. No one will trouble you or need anything from you. I also hope that in the future, you can do something that actually has meaning."
Han Jing was no saint, and She didn’t feel there was anything wrong with how She was acting. Han Litong had basically always thought of them as trouble. Fine. Now no one needed her. Since she had felt nothing for them from the very beginning, then she should go and do something truly meaningful instead of always hiding away by herself, as if the whole world owed her.
If it weren’t for coming this time to take Fengxi’s remains away, She wouldn’t have wanted to see her at all, much less say so many useless things. She genuinely felt that anything She said to Han Litong was completely pointless, because Han Litong had never taken any of it to heart.
After Han Jing finished speaking, She fell silent. She was waiting, waiting for Han Litong to agree to let Her take Fengxi’s remains.
Although in truth, She was the one most qualified to take Fengxi’s remains away.
But regardless, this relationship of Han Litong’s, these feelings of several decades—Han Litong herself still hadn’t sorted them out. Han Jing still felt that she ought to be given a chance to think it through.
She waited for a long time and still didn’t get an answer from Han Litong. Han Jing looked at her and said, "I’ll give you three days. Think it through. I’ll come back after three days."