Chapter 10 — I Complete It For Him, He Regrets It All His Life

He said this, his voice choked.

“I'm sorry.”

Those three words, in my previous life, I couldn't wait all my life. At that time, if he said sorry to me, I would probably really cry until I couldn't stand. But now that I hear it, my heart is as calm as a dry well. It's not that I'm generous, nor is it that the wound has healed. It's just that the person who needed that apology is no longer there. When Co Thanh Yen saw that I didn't answer, she became even more panicked.

"I know it's late, but I can make up for it. If you want to leave the capital, I can take you away. You want to separate from your previous life, in this life I can give you a fair and honorable name. I won't ignore you anymore, I won't let my mother make things difficult for you anymore. Just give me a chance, just once."

I looked at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"Co Thanh Yen, listen to what you're saying. I'm Luc Lang's wife, and you're Uyen Nhi's husband. You say you want to give me a clear and honorable name, so what does my sister count? What does the baby in her womb count? What does Luc Lang count as?"

He seemed to be speechless when asked. I continued: "You are always like that. When you love Uyen Nhi, you can see me as an obstacle. When you regret me, you can see Uyen Nhi as a burden. Co Thanh Yen, the thing you love the most has never been anyone. You only love the feeling of others having to stand still and wait for you to turn around." Co Thanh Yen staggered back a step.

“It's not…”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“I used to love you.”

Hearing that sentence, tears suddenly fell from his eyes. But we don't stop.

"I once truly loved the person who lifted my veil on my wedding night. I believed that even though my husband was cold, one day he would see me well. I was happy for a long time because of one look from him, and also because of one cold word from him, I was so hurt that I couldn't sleep."

My voice is very light, but every word seems to be taken from the past years.

"But Co Thanh Yen, your lover, died that year. Died on the wedding night when you left. Died in the snowy nights I waited for you to not return. Died on the day you told me to give up the burial position to my sister."

He stood motionless, his face as white as paper. I bowed my head and bowed to him, as if saying goodbye to the entire past.

"It's late."

Having finished speaking, I turned around and walked towards the carriage. Co Thanh Yen hoarsely called out to me from behind: "Ngoc Thu, what if I ask you?" I don't turn back. Because I heard the sound of his knees hitting the pavement. The person who was once noble and noble, who looked at me with hateful eyes all his life, finally knelt down behind me. But I just took Luc Lang's hand and stepped onto the carriage. The car curtains come down. I turned around and left, not looking back even once. The carriage left the capital that afternoon. When the city gate gradually disappeared behind the dust of the road, I sat in the car and suddenly felt that the heavy years of my previous life followed the sound of horse hooves and receded little by little. Luc Lang sat outside driving the car, occasionally lifting the curtain to ask if I was cold, if I was thirsty, if I wanted to stop and rest. A general used to roaming the border, yet in front of me he was as careful as escorting a piece of fragile porcelain. I said he was annoying. He smiled and replied: "It's okay to bother, as long as Sister A is willing to bother me for the rest of my life." After listening, I couldn't help but laugh. The border is not as prosperous as the capital. That place has strong winds, yellow sand, and winters so cold that the water in jars freezes. But strangely, we have never felt suffering. Luc Lang rebuilt the small courtyard in the general's palace and planted two pear trees on the front porch. He said the capital had pear flowers, and the border should also have them, so that if I missed home in the future, I could look at them for a while. The first year, the pear tree did not bloom. I stood under the tree regretting it for a long time. Luc Lang then seriously said that the land was probably not used to it, as if I had just arrived here and needed time. Next year it will definitely bloom. Sure enough, in the second year, the tips of the branches had a few small white flowers. He was so happy that he called the whole palace out to see, as if the pear blossoms were not blooming, but the border had just won a big battle. I laughed at him childishly, and he said: "Sister Ah laughed, it was worth it." Days passed like that. We learned how to live in the wind and sand, learned how to ride horses further, learned how to cook hot soup for people returning from the barracks. Unlike his previous life, every time Luc Lang returns, no matter how tired he is, he will find me first. Sometimes the armor on his body was still cold, he stood outside the door calling: "Ngoc Thu, I'm home." We no longer have to sit alone and wait for the lamp to run out of oil. Because that person knows I am waiting, he will definitely return. Letters from the capital still arrive regularly. Her mother said that Uyen Nhi had given birth to a baby boy, and the Marquis was so happy that she held a three-day party. After the past incident, Mrs. Hau knew that she was unreasonable and did not dare to make things difficult for her anymore. Co Thanh Yen also treated her well, everything she wore and wore were of the best quality. The baby's name is Co Hoai An. It is said that his eyes look a lot like Uyen Nhi, and when he smiles, he has small dimples in his cheeks. After reading the letter, I felt relieved.