Chapter 8 — Apocalypse Picks Up Lover

My heart was beating very fast, but there was no way back. His throat moved slightly, seemingly trying to control his emotions.

“Who told you that you're not?”

I was stunned. Open your mouth.

“I… my name is Lam Boi Tinh.”

“In the name Lam Ha Nguyet there is the word Nguyet.”

Luc Tram Duat looked at me for a few seconds. Suddenly he raised his hand and grabbed my wrist. I was so scared that I almost screamed. But he didn't use force. Just pull my sleeve up a little. The moonlight shined down, revealing a very faint old scar next to the wrist bone. Luc Tram Duat lowered his eyes and looked at the scar, his voice hoarse.

“When I was a child, I climbed over the wall behind the Lam family's house and was cut by a steel wire.”

“Do you remember that time why you had to climb the wall?”

I looked at the scar in confusion. Don't remember. I don't even remember what happened before I was seven years old, let alone a small, almost invisible wound. But Luc Tram Duat looked at it like he was looking at something extremely precious.

“That day, my mother had just been buried.”

“My father immediately took the woman outside home.”

His voice was very low.

“She believes she's pregnant and doesn't look at me anywhere.”

“She didn't let the maid give me food, and threw the dog's bowl in front of me.”

"Also saying that my position in that house is no different from that of Dai Hoang."

My heart sank. Deep inside my head, I suddenly felt a sharp pain like being pricked by needles. A few vague images began to appear intermittently. A very large garden. The sunlight was so bright that I couldn't open my eyes. From the house next door came the shrill laughter of a woman. There was also a boy squatting in the corner, sobbing softly. In front of him placed an iron basin. Inside were messy leftovers. My breathing suddenly became chaotic. Luc Tram Duat raised his head and looked at me.

“That day she leaned over the top of the wall.”

"Wearing a white dress, holding a piece of strawberry cake in her hand."

“She asked me why I didn't come inside to eat.”

The image before my eyes became a little clearer. The wall is very high. It took me a lot of effort to climb up. I shouted towards the boy:

“Hey.”

“Why are you eating dog rice?”

The boy raised his head, but said nothing. Eyes as black as a dead lake. I was impatient, clutching the cake tightly in my arms, clumsily climbing down from the wall. When I got halfway down, the skirt got stuck. I fell down, my wrist was cut again. The pain was so much that I squatted on the ground and cried for a long time. But after crying, I still brought the cake in front of him.

“Don't eat that.”

“This cake is for you.”

“Today is my birthday.”

Finally, the boy reacted.

“What is your name?”

I sniffed my nose and replied arrogantly:

"My name is Nguyet Nguyet."

“Lam Ha Nguyet.”

“It's the moon on the lotus pond.”

The image suddenly shook. My whole body stiffened in place. After I was brought home, there was also a maid secretly gossiping that the name Lam Ha Nguyet originally belonged to me. But I have no memory. To me, those stories are just old, unimportant stories in the mouths of others. Everyone calls her Ha Nguyet, calls me Boi Tinh. I also gradually got used to that. Get used to the fact that I'm the one who comes last. Get used to the fact that Lam Ha Nguyet is the moon. Get used to being just a throne Tiny star, not noticeable next to the moon. It wasn't until the image of the little girl wearing a white dress, introducing herself as Lam Ha Nguyet, suddenly appeared clearly again in my memory. I finally realized it. I was also that arrogant moon. 18 My tears fell onto the back of his hand.

“So… you didn't get it wrong from the beginning?”

“So why… why didn't you say it sooner?”

Luc Tram Duat was silent for a moment.

“When I woke up, you had run away.”

“…”

After knowing that I would not be torn apart, I became more forceful in front of Luc Tram Duat. I ate the delicious bread he brought, and hugged him to ask questions about when I was a child. The more I listened, the more stiff my expression became. When I was a child, I often stole snacks from the house and climbed the wall to bring them to Luc Tram Duat. But if you think that I am an honest girl, full of love, then you are completely wrong. I appointed him the number one sword-carrying guard of Princess Nguyet Nguyet. Then blatantly ordered Luc Tram Duat. Make him do my homework for me, run errands, take the blame for me. Sometimes when I got tired of walking after school, I even asked Luc Tram Duat to carry me. My eyes widened when I heard it.

“So I bullied you like that since you were little?”

Luc Tram Duat nodded. It was dark before my eyes. No wonder the first time I met Luc Tram Duat again, I started arbitrarily giving him orders. Turns out it wasn't a petty person who was pleased to bully an idiot. It's a bad habit formed from a young age. I hugged my face. Done. My criminal history is longer than I thought. I asked in a low voice:

“What happens after that?”

Luc Tram Duat bowed his head, a sad look appearing in his eyes.

“After that, she went missing, and the Lam family adopted another girl, so she could replace her name.”

“Not long after, my family also moved.”

“My stepmother took me abroad to study, out of sight, no worries.”

“I just returned home a few days ago. I heard that you had been found, so I wanted to go to school to see you, just in time for the zombie apocalypse to explode.”

Speaking of this, his eyes stopped on my face.

“Fortunately, I came.”

Speaking of zombies, my heart beats strongly. I remember the comments saying he was the undead king. I frantically pulled his collar away, wanting to check the wound. He was wearing a black jacket, I zipped it straight down his chest.