Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 443: It’s Lycoris, not Red Spider Lily

Chapter 443: Chapter 443: It’s Lycoris, not Red Spider Lily

She never imagined that, years later, she would see in M Country the "red spider lily" that once moved her to tears. She wondered what He Xing would think if he saw it.

"What are you thinking about?" Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded behind Fu Han.

She turned around quickly and saw Bai Qian’s beautiful face and her eyes full of concern, which, against the backdrop of the blue sky and white clouds, made Bai Qian seem as tender as the waters of spring.

Many people said that Bai Qian and Bai Wei were sisters, but upon closer inspection, one could still see the differences. Bai Qian had fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and her lips drooped slightly, signs of age that could not be erased.

Fu Han had always had a good impression of Bai Wei, who, though not related to Fu Han by blood, treated Fu Han just as she treated her own daughter, Bai Wei.

In her memory, the impression of her parents had faded to the point of being almost nonexistent, and she did not know how a mother should be toward her daughter, but she thought Bai Qian was excellent, especially in her role as an aunt.

A smile touched Fu Han’s face: "I was wondering, how can there be such flowers here?"

"Are you talking about this? The red spider lily?" Bai Qian asked, pointing to the bright red flowers in front of Fu Han.

When Fu Han heard the words "red spider lily," she couldn’t help but laugh. Shaking her head seriously, she corrected: "Auntie, this isn’t a red spider lily, it’s called lycoris. Red spider lilies don’t exist."

"Really?" Bai Qian tilted her head, revealing an ear hidden by her hair, and the rice grain-sized diamond earring on her ear, like a faintly visible twinkling star: "Your uncle also told me it’s called lycoris, but I think that name doesn’t sound nice. I prefer calling it red spider lily."

"But..." Fu Han opened her mouth, then finally closed it again.

Bai Qian’s smile deepened, and she said cheerfully: "What does it matter? I think the flower is very romantic; it should be called red spider lily."

Fu Han thought for a moment and felt she made sense.

Bai Qian’s voice rang out again: "We live in this world, always under the consideration of others, but our own lives are also important. It’s not that we should completely ignore others, but isn’t it about finding a balance?"

Fu Han reflected on these words, feeling that there was more to Bai Qian’s statement.

Bai Qian reached out and touched Fu Han’s head, smiling with exceptional warmth: "Xiaohan, I know you still have He Xing in your heart..."

A blush appeared on Fu Han’s face, and she interjected, feeling guilty: "Auntie, why do you say that, too?"

Bai Qian patted Fu Han’s shoulder reassuringly: "Hear me out."

Fu Han’s guilt increased rather than diminished, and she coughed dryly without speaking, her face reddening even more, like a ripe apple.

In the minus ten-degree chill, Bai Qian’s gentle voice spoke: "You and He Xing broke up only a few days ago, and your breakup was not due to emotional issues but other reasons. If you forgot He Xing so quickly, wouldn’t that mean you weren’t sincere about your relationship?"

Even after Bai Qian had left, Fu Han was still pondering her words.

Some had told her the problem lay with another person and advised her to do nothing and see what the other party would do; now someone else was saying that it wasn’t a big deal to think of or not forget someone even after a breakup and that it was normal for her to miss them.

Fu Han looked up at the sky. Just as she raised her head, goose-feather-sized snowflakes began to fall, swirling around like a shower of white petals.

Instinctively, she looked at the bright flower only to realize that at some point, the gardener had protected it with a transparent glass cover.

In the snowstorm, her phone rang with a new email notification. She had grown accustomed to the sound over the past few days, but she always thought they were spam and had never opened them.

Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she took out her phone with shaking hands and opened the email.

There were more emails in her inbox than she had expected, all sent by He Xing, and they weren’t spam at all.

In the cold wind, Fu Han opened the emails one by one. Each was typed out by He Xing, letter by letter. Some emails were long, others short, but every one of them conveyed his longing for Fu Han.

Somehow, a strong sense of longing for He Xing welled up in Fu Han’s heart. She opened the latest email, sent just ten minutes before.

The content was simple: "Fu Han, I saw the weather forecast; there’s continuous heavy snow where you are, and it’s very cold. Take good care of yourself. I really want to see you. If you’re willing, you could share some of your life on Instagram. I won’t disturb you."

During her three years abroad, Fu Han had set up an Instagram account, occasionally sharing photos she’d taken. She remembered that her first photography-related job came through Instagram.

These last two trips abroad, Fu Han had completely forgotten about her Instagram account. She had taken many photos while skiing, not wanting to post them on Whatsapp, but she had utterly forgotten about Instagram.

Fu Han logged into her Instagram. Just as she was about to post pictures, she saw messages from He Xing, one after another.

Considering the time difference, it was the middle of the night in City A. Why hadn’t He Xing gone to sleep?

After a moment’s thought, she typed a message: "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"

In less than five seconds, He Xing replied immediately: "I just got back from the hospital; I can’t sleep now."

The word "hospital" stood out starkly, pricking Fu Han’s eyes like needles, and a strong sense of unease surged in her heart. She quickly sent a message back: "Who went to the hospital, what happened?"

He Xing replied quickly: "It’s Grandpa; if it’s convenient for you, I can call you on Whatsapp to talk about it."

For Fu Han, Old Master He was like her own grandfather. She didn’t reply to He Xing’s message but instead re-added He Xing on Whatsapp and made a video call.

It took a while before He Xing picked up the video call. He appeared neatly groomed, his face still handsome and his eyes as dazzling as the stars in the sky, except they now contained threads of blood, meandering and jarringly visible.

From the moment He Xing’s face appeared on the screen, Fu Han’s heart started pounding frantically, nearly leaping out of her chest.

For some reason, seeing the bloodshot veins in He Xing’s eyes made her think of the red spider lily at her feet. She looked down slightly; despite the blizzard outside, the red spider lily remained still under the cover, as if frozen in place.