Chapter 7 — At That Flower Feast, I Chose a New Husband

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The Little Prince knows how to gently treat people. When I asked for forgiveness, he looked as if he didn't understand anything and smiled and asked:

“What should I call me?”

I call him "The Prince", what you said is not correct; Called "husband", he still said it was not. At midnight, the snow fell heavily, and the tree branches could not bear the weight of the snow and fell down. The soft sigh from the apricot branch made me regain consciousness. Little Prince gently kissed the tip of my nose, sweat was drenched, and the scent of medicine on my body almost disappeared without a trace. He asked again:

“Sister, what should you call me?”

In the moment of a flash of spiritual light, I seemed to struggle out of the vortex of desire, softly saying:

“Brother.”

I hugged his sweaty neck and sobbed:

“Brother Huynh Duan.”

The Little Prince's movements stopped, he suddenly burst into laughter, and the glass lamp fell and rolled on the ground. The snow became thicker and thicker, the apricot branches were soaked, each bright red flower petal fluttered and fell to the white snow, looking so pitiful. When I woke up, the heavy snow had just stopped, the sky and earth were bright white, making the room as bright as day. The blanket is warm and dry, my body is clean, except for the unspeakable fatigue, there is no discomfort. The Little Prince's arm was wrapped around my waist, I was lying on his side completely in his arms. The man still closed his eyes, his bare chest rose and fell steadily, and there were still a few red marks on his skin. I kept looking at the kiss mark on his collarbone, the more I looked, the redder my face became. A large hand obscured my vision. A moment later, the Little Prince grabbed the back of my head, pulled me into his arms, smiled and asked:

“Do you want to steal a kiss from me again?”

"Not."

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, kissed his cheek, and smiled:

"It's a straight and honest kiss."

Little Prince's low laugh rang out, making my whole body tremble. I played with his hair and asked:

“Aren't you going to the medical clinic today?”

“In the cold snowy winter, a warm blanket next to you, a lovely wife lying in your arms.”

The Little Prince closed his eyes and squeezed me tighter:

“I'm not so bad that I don't know how to enjoy the scenery.”

I burst out laughing, resting my head on his neck and looking at him, time seemed to stand still at that moment. I have so many things I want to ask, about the mysterious writings, about where you came from, and also—

“Brother.”

I used my fingertips to gently touch his throat and asked in a low voice:

“Yesterday was sad… was it because of that pregnant woman?”

Little Prince opened his eyes, sighed softly, and nodded:

“Yes.”

“If it were a different era… she would have lived.”

He said softly:

"But my strength and my heart cannot make up for the gap of the times."

“Sometimes I feel…”

I snuggled deeply into his arms and slowly said:

“You are so lonely.”

The Little Prince didn't answer anymore, just tightened his arms around me, so tight that I felt a bit of pain, but I didn't mind. Like a fish lacking oxygen, I just want to hug you tightly, asking word by word:

“Can I… make you less lonely?”

Something warm fell on my neck, making my whole body stiffen. I raised my head in panic and saw the wet eyelids and red eyes of the Little Prince.

"Maybe."

He was clearly crying, but the smile was still bright on his lips:

“If I had her by my side for the rest of my life, I would be much less lonely.”

I wiped away his tears, kissed his eyes, smiled softly and said:

“That's good.”

I just hope our love will always be like the beginning, through the flow of time, accompanying you through all the lonely years. (Full text complete.)