Chapter 5 — Forget Them All, We'll Live Better Again

I looked at that breakfast plate and suddenly smiled.

“Do you still remember that I like this dish?”

Tong Dao's fingers tightened slightly. She didn't expect me to remember.

“Tri Vi, I heard that you are very sick so I came to visit you.”

I asked A Dan to bring a chair. Tong Dao sat down, his eyes roamed over my face. Maybe she wanted to see if I was really weak, or just pretending to be pitiful. After watching, the slight caution in her eyes gradually turned into panic.

“Why are you so sick?”

“Are you surprised, sister?”

She reluctantly smiled.

“Of course it's a surprise.”

I look at her. When he was young, Tong Dao was always like that. What does she want? Then you definitely have to have that. My brooch. My book. The jade bracelet that my mother left me. Even a small cat raised by me, as long as she likes it, she must hug it. Later that cat died. She cried and said she didn't mean it. Everyone tells me to understand. They said that her cousin had lost her father since she was young and had to live at someone else's house, which was pitiful enough. But I am also the one who lost my mother. No one has ever felt sorry for me. Tong Dao said softly:

"Tri Vi, I was really sorry for you about the marriage that year. But at that time I was also very scared. The Luc family was in trouble, and whoever married there didn't know if I could still keep my life."

I nodded.

“So you let me go.”

Her face was pale.

“It wasn't me, it was my aunt who arranged it.”

“But you didn't stop it.”

Tong Dao's eye sockets turned red.

“Can we stop it?”

I smiled softly.

"That's true. You've never been able to stop others from harming me."

Those words were like a thorn piercing her, making her unable to continue sitting still.

"Tri Vi, today I sincerely came to visit you. These days, older brother Hoai Nghien has not come to my hospital for a long time because of you. If you have resentment in your heart, just vent it on me, don't torture him."

I slowly raised my eyes.

“Is he very miserable?”

Tong Dao pursed her lips slightly. I said softly:

“That's good.”

She was stunned. I coughed twice then continued:

"Sister Bieu, I am not a saint. If you are sick, then I will feel better."

Tong Dao stood up, his face extremely ugly.

“I've changed.”

I look at her.

"It's not that I've changed, it's that I'm about to die and I don't want to continue pretending to understand."

Luc Minh Chu was the last person to arrive. It stood outside the door for a long time. A Dan asked if I wanted to meet.

“Put it in.”

When he entered, his body no longer had the same arrogance as when he was on the street. The teenager's eye circles were dark, looking like he hadn't slept for a long time. He walked to the bed and opened his mouth.

“Mother.”

I look at it. Apparently only a few steps apart. But it seems like many years have passed. Suddenly it knelt down. Both knees hit the ground hard, making a very heavy sound.

“Mother, I didn't know you were poisoned.”

Its eye sockets were red.

“I really don't know.”

I said again: Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and bowed his head and burst into tears.

"I thought you didn't love me anymore. I thought in your heart you only knew how to compete with Aunt Tong. Mother, I'm just afraid, afraid that after you lose your position, Princess, I will also be kicked out.”

He cried so much that his shoulders shook.

“Auntie Tong said that if she becomes a royal concubine, she will treat you like your own child. Father also told me to respect her more. I'm afraid if I don't listen, there will be nothing left."

I raised my hand. Want to pat its head. But as soon as the hand was raised halfway, it slowly lowered again.

“Minh Chu, that year you had a high fever, I carried you back.”

He cried and nodded.

“When I was 5 years old, I was afraid of the dark, and I slept next to you every night.”

“The first time you fell and broke your arm while riding a horse, I stayed by your side to take care of you for 3 days.”

“I remember everything.”

I asked softly:

“Then why did you stab me with a knife?”

It suddenly raised its head, its face as white as paper.

“Not all wounds are on the body.”

Luc Minh Chu's tears fell drop by drop.