Chapter 8 — Eight Months Pregnant, I Realized My Baby Was Not Mine

I put the letter in the paper shredder. When the pieces of paper fell, my fingers were steady. A year later, I went to the South. My mother's illness was transferred to the hospital cooperating with the Khuong family, and she recovered very well. I opened a flower shop. The name of the shop is "Chi Tinh", the word "province" in province. Someone asked me why after the word "Chi" is there an additional word "Tinh". I laugh. Because I don't want to be just a flower anymore. I want to be someone who finally wakes up. One day later, I saw Luc Van Canh on the news. He came out of the court, much thinner. The reporter chased after him and asked:

"Mr. Luc, do you regret it?"

He stood in the middle of the crowd, silent for a long time. Finally, he said hoarsely:

“Regret.”

“The thing I regret most in this life is treating her love as a card and not resisting.”

On the screen, he raised his head and looked into the lens, as if looking through the lens at me. I turned off the TV. Outside the window, the sunlight is beautiful. On the flower stand, the first gardenia has bloomed. Pure white, quiet, carrying a bit of a bitter scent. I bowed my head and cut away the dry branches. Before, I used to think that if I left Luc Van Canh, I wouldn't be able to live. Only later will we know. Staying by his side is losing yourself little by little. Now, I have given myself back to myself. (Run out of)