Chapter 24 — A Diary, A Fallen City

She lost everything... but still kept her life, along with the child whose father was unknown. Perhaps for her, that was the best outcome. As for Trieu Hoanh Vi and Trieu Vu— what awaits them is the harshest sentence of the law. The remaining half of life... there are only bars and darkness. Hoanh Trinh Group was blocked and restructured. This city... finally breathed a sigh of relief again, when that toxic tumor was uprooted. I declined the witness protection program. Also refused the new identity that Truong Chan Quoc arranged. I don't want to hide anymore. This is my home. Where traces of my parents once existed. I sold my marital home full of dark memories. Use that money... buy a small, quiet apartment in the suburbs. Then reopened a flower shop. Just like my original dream. On opening day, the sun was very beautiful. Lawyer Phuong sent a large basket of flowers. Old Man Hac sent someone to bring a pot of money-making plants, and also sent a message: Wishing me money to flow in like water, and in the future... don't play with "fireworks" like that anymore. I laughed. Send him an extremely generous “final payment.” Truong Chan Quoc also came. He did not wear a police uniform, just like an elder... visiting the children of his former teammates. He handed me a brown folder.

“This is your father's pension… and his first-class medal.”

“It's more than ten years late... now give it back to me.”

I take it. Tears... fell again.

“What do you plan to do later?”

“Open a flower shop, support yourself… live well.”

He nodded, his eyes filled with assurance.

“Your dad in heaven… will definitely be proud.”

Seeing him go, I sat alone in the shop. The sunlight through the glass... fell on my shoulders, warm. The flowers bloom brilliantly. Lilies, roses, tulips. The scent of life... spreads throughout the space. I looked at the flow of people passing by on the street. Inside... quiet. The betrayals, hurts, and plots of the past—all seemed to belong to another life. I went through a long and dark war. Lost a lot. But also matured a lot. I am no longer the weak, patient Hua Tinh... waiting for someone else to save me. I learned to be strong. Learn to counterattack. Learn to protect what you want to keep. The phone rang. I hesitated a bit... then still listened.

“Hello, is this Ms. Hua Tinh?”

Deep, warm male voice.

"It's me. Who are you?"

“I am the editor of 'Tuong Lai' Publishing House."

“We know your father's story— Hua Wenhua.”

“Very touching.”

“We would like to invite you… to write a book.”

“We believe… this story will give strength to many people.”

I was stunned. How about writing it into a book... I looked out the window. Life is blooming. Suddenly I remembered what my father once said—

“The future… is written by you.”

That's what he really wanted to leave me. Not hatred. Not revenge. Even though I stand in the dark... I still have the courage to continue writing my future. I smiled.

“I write.”

One year later. The book "Dark Blue Diary" was officially published. Do not advertise heavily. No tricks. But like a stone dropped into a lake— it spread out in waves. Readers left countless comments. They say, in Hua Van Hoa... they see faith. They said, in my story… they saw a woman, from the abyss… forging herself into steel. The book climbed to the top of bestsellers. Royalties… go to nothing stop. But I don't buy a luxury house or a luxury car. I set up a fund. For the families of police officers who died in the line of duty. And let their children... go to school. I hope— people like my father… their families will no longer be alone. Children like me in the past... will have one more path. The flower shop is increasingly crowded. I don't stop at a small store. I studied management and brand building. Turn it into a chain store. A very light name. But also very resilient—

“Hoa Kai Still Language.” 🌿