Chapter 1 — I Actively Yield My Husband To The Benefactor Who Saved His Life

I searched for my husband for two years, and when I found him, I proactively gave him up to another woman... My fiance went missing while defending Bac Cuong. I searched for him for two years, and finally found him in a small monastery in the middle of a bamboo forest. But he already had someone in his heart, a female medicine picker who claimed to have saved his life. In my previous life, I stubbornly brought him back to the capital, but in the end that woman gave up her love and died. He hated me for seven years, the two of them treated each other like strangers. Until he risked his life because of my father's injustice, and I drank the cup of poisoned wine and died in his stead. Before his death, he knelt in front of my bed, red eyes and begged:

"If there is a next life, don't look for me anymore, just let me stay in Truc Khe and live with Nhuoc Huyen for the rest of this life."

I can say it... This time, open your eyes again. I returned the same night and found him in a bamboo house in the middle of a snowy forest. The outside of the door is covered with dark red words of joy. He is preparing to get married to another woman. The winter night at the end of the year was bitterly cold, small snowdrops pounded on the lantern paper, making rustling sounds from the floor. Next to me, Mrs. Bui squeezed my hand, her voice trembling.

“Van Duong, you said Hanh Chi is really in there?”

“Yes, ma'am, after that lady named To brought him back, she always took care of him here.”

The old servant leading the way bowed in response, pointing to the bamboo fence gate ahead. On the door frame was a pair of dark red letters of joy, so wet from the snow that the edges were blurred.

“Then let's go inside.”

Mrs. Bui let go of my hand and was about to go up and knock on the door. I stood still in place, the yellow-orange light reflecting the debris of snow in the sky. This scene is too familiar. In my previous life, it was also a night like that, it was also this door. I brought Mrs. Bui and the famous doctor to this place, knocked on that door, and forced Bui Hanh Chi to reclaim his identity. He accepted. But he hated me all his life. That woman who sacrificed her love for him became a thorn between us. For seven years he took refuge in the Buddha temple and refused to return, while I alone looked after the cold, empty house. Even Mrs. Bui lost her son. Until my father was falsely accused, Bui Hanh Chi ran everywhere for me, and in the end I took the poisoned wine for him, exhausted my strength and died. He begged me not to look for him in my next life. I agreed. But now God has given us another chance to start over. I won't make the same mistake again. I reached out to stop Mrs. Bui's arm. Mrs. Bui turned her head, her face full of doubt.

“Van Duong, what's wrong?”

I swallowed the sour taste stuck in my throat and slowly opened my mouth.

“Madam, they are about to get married.”

Mrs. Bui paused for a moment, then smiled comfortingly.

"Stupid girl, Hanh Chi just lost her memory. When she remembers everything, she will naturally understand who she should marry."

"He and I grew up together since childhood, sixteen years of friendship, how can he say he's forgotten?"

I took half a step back.

“Madam, there is one thing I have never told you.”

The smile on Mrs. Bui's face slowly disappeared.

"Now that I see that A Hanh has someone else in his heart, I feel like I should tell him."

I knelt down, my knees hitting the floor heavily snow, the voice was very soft.

“I cannot reproduce.”

In the yard, only the sound of snow falling quietly remained. Mrs. Bui's face turned pale, her lips trembled several times.

“...You're talking nonsense, you're still young.”

"The doctor has seen it and said that the past few years of traveling around in the cold have left behind a disease. I'm afraid it will be very difficult to have children in this life."

This is the truth. Over the past two years, I climbed mountains and waded streams to look for Bui Hanh Chi, and my body was truly in decline. In my previous life, after getting married, I nursed for many years but still could not get pregnant, the doctor said very frankly:

“I'm afraid it's hopeless.”

Mrs. Bui was silent for a long time.

"Even so, the Bui family will absolutely not betray you, and Hanh Chi will not hate you because of this."

I bowed my head.

"Van Duong is so unlucky, I can't let the Bui family continue the family's legacy. My wife treats me with the same respect as a mountain, I can't harm A Hanh's future."

In his previous life, after Bui Hanh Chi recovered his memories, he was always cold towards me and Mrs. Bui, because he blamed To Nhuoc Huyen's death on us. During those years, not only did I lose my husband, but even Mrs. Bui was like losing her son. The night wind blew small snowflakes straight onto my face. Mrs. Bui sighed deeply.

“Just go back today first, let me think more.”

I stood up from the ground, brushed the snow off my knees, then helped Mrs. Bui turn around and leave. Before leaving, I turned my head to look back at the word joy posted on the bamboo fence door.