Chapter 9 — Female Woman Writes Sentence

I did not reply to any letters. Until she sent the tenth letter. In the letter, it was written: 【Thanh Thanh, I really know I was wrong.】 【If I could live again, I would definitely go to the police with you.】 I looked at that letter for a long time. Finally, I asked my assistant to send her a blank piece of paper. There isn't a single word. That's my answer. Some love comes too late like waste paper. Tham Mien also wrote to me. She said she was bullied by others in prison. She said every night she dreamed about that wedding. Dreaming that the big screen lit up, everyone was looking at her. She said she finally understood how scared I was then. After reading it, I tore up the letter. If you understand too late, don't bring it up to make me disgusted. Chu Duat Bach did not write letters. He asked his lawyer to pass me a sentence. He said he wanted to see me. While narrating, the lawyer carefully observed my face. I said:

“Tell him, let's meet in our dreams.”

“Anyway, doesn't he like to dream about his past life?”

The lawyer couldn't help but laugh. After that, Chu Duat Bach really stopped spreading the word. I heard he was very quiet in prison. Sometimes I will stare at the wall in a daze. Someone asked him what he was thinking, he said he was thinking about marriage. Very good. In my previous life, that wedding killed me. In this life, let it slowly torment him in his memories. A year later, I joined a charity forum. The topic is women's safety and cyber violence. The organizers invited me to speak. At first I didn't want to go. Not out of fear. I just don't want to tear open old wounds for others to see. But then a girl sent me a private message. She said she had experienced the same thing. She said that after seeing me report to the police, sue in court, and take over the company, for the first time she felt that the victim could also not bow her head. I looked at that message for a long time. Finally agreed to the forum's invitation. On the day of the speech, there were many people below. There is also media. I wore a black suit and tied my hair in a neat bun. When I stepped on stage, the lights were extremely bright. I said:

"Many people have asked me, if I could live again, would I regret that knife attack?"

It's extremely quiet down there. I smiled.

“No regrets.”

“What I regret is not stabbing in my previous life.”

The host's expression was blank for a moment. But underneath, someone laughed. The laughter was very soft. I continue:

“Of course, in reality, everyone must immediately report to the police, protect the scene and ensure their own safety.”

“I say I don't regret it, because in the end I didn't point the knife at myself.”

“After being hurt, there are too many voices forcing you to feel ashamed.”

“They asked why you went there, why you dressed like that, why you didn't protest, why you didn't die right then and there to prove your innocence.”

“But today I want to say that.”

“Shameful people are never harmed.”

“The person who deserves to die is not the person who is harmed.”

After the last sentence ended, the applause below rang out for a long time. After the forum ended, the girl who sent me a private message came to see me. She was very young, her eyes were red. She said:

“Sister, brother already reported the case."

I looked at her.

“You are very brave.”

She burst into tears. I gave her a hug. At that moment, the comments appeared again. Very faint. It's like it's about to completely disappear. 【She has really changed.】 【She is no longer a woman.】 I raised my head and looked at the air. Extremely calm inside. I have never been a supporting woman. I'm Tham Thanh. A person who died once, then crawled back with his own hands. Many years later, I returned to that old house once. It's a crime scene. It's also where the nightmare in my previous life began. The house has been vacant for a long time. I let someone fix it. Remove all old furniture and change all door locks. The assistant asked me:

“General Manager Tham, will this house still be kept?”

I stood in the living room, looking at the door once pushed open by Chu Duat Bach.

“Hold it.”

“Renovated into a legal support office for women.”

The assistant was stunned. I said:

“In the future, anyone who has nowhere else to go can come here.”

Her eyes immediately lit up.

“Yes.”

During the repair day, workers removed an old camera from the corner of the wall. It's broken. Perhaps it was something Chu Duat Bach had hidden that day. I held that small black object in my hand and suddenly smiled. The assistant looked at me nervously.

“General Manager Tham, do we need to hand it over to the police?”

I shook my head.

“No need.”

“The case is over.”

I threw the camera into the trash. When it fell, it made a very soft sound. Like an old destiny finally crumbling.