Chapter 5 — In Rebirth, I Don't Chasing Moonlight Anymore

All eyes turned to me. Expected. Urge. As if if I just nodded, it would become a love story that will last forever. But we can't do it. I look at Co Tran Hanh. Look into those eyes full of hope. It's those eyes that make me feel strange. Makes me scared. I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice from shaking.

“Young master, please be careful.”

A gentle sentence, like a bucket of cold water splashed on the boiling atmosphere. Everyone was stunned. Co Tran Hanh's face also stiffened.

“What did she say?”

“I said,” — I raised my head, facing his eyes, each word clear —

“Please be careful with your words, Mr. Co.”

“Marriage is a big deal, it must be decided by the parents, and controlled by the matchmaker.

How can you casually joke around in a crowded place like that?

"Today is Princess Truong's birthday party. What you did not only offended this young lady, but was also rude to the princess."

“I hope you take back what you just said.”

Every word and every sentence I said was like a sharp knife, cutting into his heart. It also crushed the illusions of the crowd waiting to see a happy ending. Rejected. Tham Vi - yet rejected Co Tran Hanh's marriage proposal. Right in the most solemn place. Before the eyes of many people. Is she crazy? Co Tran Hanh's face gradually turned pale. He looked at me, his eyes full of disbelief.

“Why?”

His voice was hoarse, almost distorted. Why? I also want to ask him the same. Why reincarnation? Why come to disturb my already peaceful life? Why is it that when we finally learn to let go, he starts clinging? The corners of my eyes heat up. But I gritted my teeth and endured it, not letting the tears fall. I cannot be weak. If you just soften your heart, you will fall into a ten thousand feet abyss like in your previous life.

“There is no reason.”

I turned away, not wanting to look at him anymore.

"The late master is a dragon among humans. This young lady... is not worthy.

Please find another relationship, sir."

“Not worthy?”

He repeated those two words, as if laughing in the middle of a wild dream. He laughed. A light laugh. Full of bitterness.

“In her previous life, she didn't say that.”

That sentence is so light. So soft that only the two of us could hear it. But for me — like thunder in a clear sky. My whole body trembled. I raised my head and stared at him. He... as expected was also reincarnated. That realization makes me feel like I'm falling into an ice cellar, cold from my heart to my fingertips. Why? Dear God, why do you treat me like that? I have worked so hard to make this decision. Yet you let him return... taking all his memories with him. Could it be that I didn't suffer enough in my previous life? Our emotions are broken.

“Shut up!”

I almost screamed. The whole hall was silent. Everyone looked at me in surprise. Co Tran Hanh was also stunned. I looked at him, anger, sadness, and despair in his eyes.

“Co Tran Hanh, what do you want?”

“Do you think what you're doing can make up for it?

Do you think that by saying a few beautiful words, I will be moved and return to you?!”

“I tell you — IMPOSSIBLE!”

“I, Tham Vi, in my previous life, my eyes were blind and my heart was confused, I made mistakes all my life.

In this life, I don't want to see you, and I don't want to have anything to do with you!"

“Do you hear me?!”

I almost screamed, pouring out all the anger and pain I had contained two lives. Tears, unable to be contained, flowed like streams. The whole world fell into a terrifying silence. Everyone was scared to death by my words. Previous life? Wrong for a lifetime? What is this? Miss Shen... have you really gone crazy? Co Tran Hanh was still standing there, not moving. His face was as white as paper. He looked at me - looked at my tear-stained face, his eyes were filled with endless pain. It's a look of pain that I've never seen in him. He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something. But in the end — unable to speak.

“That's enough!”

The Truong Princess's face was already as cold as the December dew. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer, and coldly interrupted this ridiculous drama:

"Where are you? Get this crazy woman out for me!"

Two strong women immediately stepped forward, approaching left and right, pulling me away like a piece of furniture. I don't resist. I don't want to stay here another moment. The mother cried and rushed forward to ask for love, but was stopped by the mother next to the princess. I was dragged away amidst the gossiping, disdainful and gloating looks of countless people, like a pathetic joke. When passing through the waterway, Co Tran Hanh and I just passed each other like strangers. I don't look at him. But I felt his eyes, still glued to me. Even after being pushed out of the garden, that feeling was still like a knife, clinging to my back and not letting go. I was kicked out of the princess palace. Like a lost ghost, I walked aimlessly on the street, letting the darkness fall. Xuan Lan followed behind, sobbing and calling for me, but did not dare to come forward to comfort me. My head, empty. Co Tran Hanh was also reborn. This truth is like a heavy rock, weighing down on my chest, making it impossible to breathe. Why did he do that? His current infatuated appearance, is he acting for whom? Make up for it? Why does he feel that he has the right to make up for it? Is the lonely and cold life of my past life enough to erase it all? Ridiculous! I don't know how long I walked. By the time I stopped, I was in a small deserted alley, the sunset gradually turning into darkness. My body was exhausted, I leaned against the wall and slowly squatted down. Burying my face in my knees, I let my tears soak my dress. Not a single hiccup. Just... ultimate despair. Why? Why won't you let me go? Just when I was heartbroken, a pair of black leather shoes stopped in front of me. I don't raise my head. I don't want to meet anyone right now.

“Have you cried enough?”

A warm, gentle voice rang in my ear. I raised my head. It's King Canh - Tieu Canh Hanh. I don't know when he appeared, standing in front of me, holding a cloak in his hand. In the gloomy light of the alley, I couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, I could only see those eyes - in the midst of the dusk - bright and brilliant.

"It's cold, put it on."

He gently covered her with his cloak. The shirt still carries his warmth, mixed with a faint herbal scent. In an instant, that warmth enveloped me.