Chapter 5 — Before I lost my peace, I quietly put it away

I slowly opened my mouth. Each word fell, like a sharp blade bit by bit cutting through his last layer of disguise.

“The pearl in the middle has a very small word ‘Jade’ engraved.”

"That word was engraved by your great-grandmother's hand."

Tieu Truong Lam suddenly stiffened. His eyes were fixed on my face. Lips trembled violently. For a long time, I still couldn't utter a complete sentence. After Manh Nguyet Chi passed away, he always carried that Bodhi string with him. So he knows better than anyone. On the middle bead there is indeed an engraved word "Jade". It's just that from beginning to end, he thought that it was just a sign to distinguish the material of the pearl. He never thought about it. Can't even think about it. That word "Jade"... Is the word "Jade" in On Ngoc Sau's name. It was the mark that his ancestor intentionally left on the token of love in the past.

“How do you know this…”

Tieu Truong Lam's voice trembled to the point of distortion. There was unprecedented panic in his eyes. It was like the belief that he had stubbornly believed in for the past three years was crumbling inch by inch. I don't answer. Just quietly took out the broken Bodhi string from my sleeve that I always kept. The remaining Bodhi string was in the pair of tokens that year.

“Because…”

I raised my head and looked straight into his eyes.

"Originally, it was a token of love that your great-grandmother personally gave to me."

"That year, when I knelt outside the gate of Thua Thien to pray for you, when I was exhausted and fainted, I accidentally dropped it in the snow."

"Manh Nguyet Chi passed by and picked up that Bodhi necklace."

“Then, relying on it, dignifiedly took on the role of his life-saving benefactor.”

The last word just ended. I tightened the Bodhi string in my hand and threw it hard at him.

“Tieu Truong Lam!”

"Because of an impostor, you have been cold to the real life-saving benefactor for three years."

"Because of a lie, he tormented the person who was most honest with him."

"Because of an illusion he created for himself, he treats other people's true hearts like trash."

I looked at him, my eyes cold to the extreme.

“Someone who has eyes but doesn't see, has ears but doesn't hear like you…”

“What qualifications do you have to say two words of deep affection?”

The pearls scattered all over the ground. Emits each clear collision sound. Tieu Truong Lam blankly looked at the pearls scattered at his feet. It's like they're red-hot iron blocks. It was so hot that he didn't dare touch it. He raised his head. Both eyes are bloodshot. Like a ferocious beast driven to a corner.

“No way…”

“No way!”

He screamed madly.

“You are lying to me!”

“This is fake!”

“It's all fake!”

“Nguyet Chi will absolutely not lie to me!”

“She didn't even spare her life to save me!”

“How could you fool me!”

“It is true that she does not regret her life.”

I coldly watched him go crazy.

“But what she wants is not your life.”

“It's your power.”

“Same position as the Marquis's concubine.”

“If you don't believe it.”

“Just go investigate.”

"The physician Truong who examined my feet that year is still at the Imperial Medical Institute."

“He still has my medical records in his hand.”

“Just go ask and see.”

“After the big snow three years ago.”

“After all, who has two legs that are almost necrotic?”

“In the end, who went around in front of the Demon Gate? Mandarin!"

Tieu Truong Lam staggered backwards. Knocked down the chair behind him. He opened his mouth and took in large gulps of breath. His gaze constantly fluctuated between madness and collapse. Reason told him. Every sentence and every word we say matches perfectly. The engraved Bodhi string is irrefutable evidence. But his feelings made him instinctively resist. He cannot accept it. The woman he loved deeply for the past three years was a fraud from start to finish. Even more unacceptable. He personally tortured his true savior for three years.

“Go investigate!”

We go one step further. The voice suddenly rose high. Carrying all the resentment and unwillingness that had been suppressed for the past three years.

“Go investigate!”

"What kind of person is the white moonlight that he longs for day and night?"

“If you don't dare to investigate.”

“So you are a coward.”