Bai Han looked at Bai Xi, and after a long moment, finally spoke, "He is dead."
Bai Xi's gaze was calm, without a ripple, "I know."
The room instantly fell silent, as if even their breaths became imperceptible.
Bai Han kept looking into Bai Xi's eyes, as if searching for any emotion within them, thinking of what he could say to comfort the person before him.
But in those clear eyes, there was not the slightest wave or ripple. They were so calm, it was as if she hadn't understood the meaning of what he had just said. "Since you know, why do you still insist on searching for him?"
Bai Xi raised an eyebrow, her tone even more steady and devoid of emotion, "Actually, the memories I possess now do not belong to me, but to him. I saw on our wedding night, you told him his heart could save me, and that he died for gouging out his heart for me..."
Bai Han looked at Bai Xi with an expression of disbelief, "You're remembering... his memories now?"
Bai Xi nodded faintly, "Perhaps it's because his heart is in my body, so... I have his memories."
She couldn't understand why, but these memories truly belonged to Han Mo.
At the bottom of the lake, the moment her fingers touched the Frost Rock, she saw all of Han Mo's memories, scene after scene.
She didn't know if it was because of the Frost Rock or the extremely cold environment of the lake, but she had obtained his memories, that was a fact.
Bai Han's originally gentle brow finally furrowed tightly, "How could this be?"
As Bai Han fell into thought, Bai Xi spoke again, "Han Luo, where is Han Mo now?"
Bai Han snapped back to attention at Bai Xi's words, and said faintly, "Since you know Han Mo already died for you after digging out his heart, why do you still need to know where he is?"
Han Mo's body had already been handed over to the people of Qingyu City for disposal. Han Mo had previously said that they were his trusted confidants and would handle everything.
Even if Xi'er found Han Mo's body, what use would it be? It would only lead to sorrow. That was Han Mo's choice, and even if he regretted it now, it could not be changed.
Bai Xi raised her eyebrows, her gaze growing colder, "Why bother knowing? What if I just want to know?"
Bai Han looked at Bai Xi, whose eyes had finally changed color, and was momentarily stunned.
Bai Xi's gaze became increasingly sharp, "Since we were to be married that day, then he, Han Mo, was my man, for this life and all lives to come. While he lived, he was my man; when he died, he was my dead man. Even if buried in the grave, he would still be my corpse!"
She had said that if he dared to leave her, she would break his legs, and she never went back on her word!
Bai Han looked at the ice-cold and frenzied look in her eyes and finally revealed the answer, "Han Mo was taken away by the people of Qingyu City."
Bai Xi furrowed her brows and said faintly, "Thank you for telling me."
After speaking, she turned to leave.
Bai Han looked at her departing back and said, "Xiao Xi..."
Bai Xi stopped, but did not look back, "Is there anything else?"
Bai Han took a deep breath and said, "What happened three hundred years ago... it was my fault."
Bai Xi was silent for a moment, and then said faintly, "I said that the events of three hundred years ago have passed with our deaths. Now that I remember, although I cannot forgive you, I will no longer dwell on it, nor will I seek revenge. You should save this apology for those you have truly wronged, after you reach the end of your days."
Although it was Han Mo who resurrected her, and the current Bai Xi was the same as the original Bai Xi, however... having experienced two lives and two people, she knew best in her heart that the current Bai Xi was no longer just the original Bai Xi.
In these two lives, her living environment was different, her growth experiences were different, and her emotional journeys were different, so her thoughts and state of mind were naturally different.
If one were to say what was the same between these two lives, there was only one thing: in both lives, the person she loved was the same.
Whether in the previous life or this one, she loved Han Mo, and only Han Mo.
However, this man had made such a significant decision without her knowledge.
She would absolutely not let him go, not even if he were a ghost right now!
"If there's nothing important, I'll be leaving now."
Although she didn't intend to seek revenge, nor did she intend to make a move against the current Bai Han, she couldn't yet coexist with him in the same room without any reservations.
Hearing Bai Xi say this, Bai Han immediately stepped forward and said faintly, "Xiao Xi, if you have no urgent matters, please stay and listen to what I have to say, because what I am about to say is the most important."
This time, Bai Xi turned around faintly, "Important matters?"
Bai Han said faintly, "Since you say you have gained Han Mo's memories, do you know about... the Altar of Heaven?"
Han Mo himself did not know about this matter in the past, he had only heard of it.
Since Bai Xi had gained Han Mo's memories, did she also know this memory?
Bai Xi frowned, and subconsciously repeated what Bai Han had said, "The Altar of Heaven..."
As the words fell, the memory of Bai Han and Han Mo's previous conversation resurfaced in her mind.
In the scene, Bai Han said faintly, "In my final moments in the last life, I had a dream. In the dream, it was the moment the Altar of Heaven opened, and spiritual light erupted. And Xi'er was bound and hanging from a pure gold dragon head, her blood slowly flowing into the formation..."
"You mean... someone still wants to open the Altar of Heaven, and the sacrifice is still Xi'er!"
"Rather than saying Father wanted to open the Altar of Heaven, it's better to say that someone persuaded Father to open it. Father wanted to open the Altar of Heaven to prolong his life, and of course, it's not impossible that he was just being used as a pawn by someone with ulterior motives. The person who came to the Han family and told Father to build the Altar of Heaven was the instigator of all this. And I accidentally entered Father's study once and saw that person..."
"...It was the old divine doctor."
...
The simple conversation revealed a shocking truth.
Although she had gained Han Mo's memories, most of those memories were fragmented, and her focus was mainly on memories related to her. This particular memory was clearly something she hadn't paid attention to.
Now that Han Luo mentioned it, she finally remembered.
Corresponding to the horror of remembering this matter was another thing!
The old divine doctor!
The day she jumped into the icy bottom of the lake, she saw an ice coffin there. At that time, she didn't have Han Mo's memories, so she didn't know who it was when she saw it. But after gaining Han Mo's memories, she finally knew who that person was.
The person in the coffin at the bottom of the lake was none other than the old divine doctor.
And now, Han Luo was telling her that everything that had happened was because of the old divine doctor.
The old divine doctor had told the Han family patriarch that if he wanted to prolong his life, he had to offer his own life as a sacrifice to open the Altar of Heaven. Therefore, the Han family, using the marriage between Han Luo and her, had disarmed the Bai family of all their defenses and worries... which led to the entire Bai family being killed on the night of her wedding.
Recalling these events, Bai Xi's hands finally trembled slightly.
In Han Mo's memories, the old divine doctor was a very kind and amiable old man.
He was compassionate, cherished life, and was dedicated to every patient.
When Han Luo was diagnosed with not being able to live past eighteen, it was he who painstakingly brewed medicine for him daily, helped him find ways to prolong his life, and finally sent him to the Bai family to learn cultivation techniques.
When Han Mo was injured, he also took great care of him.
After her death, he lamented the impermanence of life, comforted Han Mo, enlightened Han Mo, and finally taught Han Mo the method of defying fate when Han Mo wanted to give up his life.
When Han Mo endured those painful years alone to save her, it was also he who took care of and accompanied him.
Beside Han Mo, he was more like a companion, a friend, even a father.
He had stayed with Han Mo for a very, very long time, and the two of them seemed very close. But now Bai Han was telling him that everything was just a play he had staged, and that Han Mo, she, Han Luo, and even the Han and Bai families were all pawns in his hands, a game he had been orchestrating for hundreds of years.