Chapter 4 — In Rebirth, My Sister Stole My Cold-Faced Husband

He peeled for a while, then gave me a bowl. The pomegranate seed in the bowl was broken in half, with a white membrane still attached, looking like a pomegranate that had just finished fighting.

“The appearance is a bit poor.” He scratched his head sheepishly, "but the taste is probably not bad."

I picked up a grain and put it in my mouth. So sour that I have to squint my eyes.

“Is it sweet?” He looked at me expectantly.

He smiled, smiling until his two fangs were exposed. It was this smile that made me suddenly realize something. Ta Lam Uyen is truly beautiful. Not the type of beauty that is elegant and dignified like Bui Nghien Chi, but the type of beauty that carries a youthful, fresh, and brilliant temperament. Like a fireplace in the middle of winter, just coming close makes you feel warm.

“What are you looking at?” He suddenly leaned closer.

I turned away.

“Look at the pomegranate juice stuck between your fingernails.”

“Let's wash this a little——”

“Miss Shen.”

A cold voice rang out from the hospital gate. I turned my head to look back. Bui Nghien Chi stood on the stone steps, wearing an official robe, carrying a breakfast box in his hand. Quy An muttered in a low voice: "This person is here again." Ta Lam Uyen slowly stood up, wiped his clothes with his hand covered in pomegranate juice.

“Master Bui, is this here to investigate the case?”

Bui Nghien Chi's eyes moved from Ta Lam Uyen's hand to the bowl in my hand, finally stopping on the pile of pomegranate peels scattered on the stone bench. His lips were pursed very tightly.

"I came to bring you some breakfast. I heard that Miss Tham has always liked to eat flower waffles——"

“Master Ta just brought me a pomegranate.” I pushed the bowl forward, "I'm full."

Bui Nghien Chi's finger holding the breakfast box turned slightly white. Ta Lam Uyen stood next to him and smiled carefree: "Or Shall Bui also try the pomegranate? I peeled it, although my skills are a bit poor, but Miss Tham speaks sweetly." Bui Nghien Chi did not answer. The way he looked at me was very complicated—inside there were things that I understood. That's regret. In my previous life, I used to think that with three years of patience I could exchange for such eyes. I didn't expect to do anything in this life, but instead I saw it.

"If Miss Bui has nothing else to do, I won't hold back anymore." I stood up and bowed to him, "There are guests in the house."

As soon as the two words "guest" were uttered, Ta Lam Uyen's smile became even brighter. Bui Nghien Chi carried his breakfast box, stood at the door for a while, then finally turned and left. That afternoon, when Ta Lam Uyen left, he turned around in front of the gate to look at me.

“Miss Shen.”

“That Bui Nghien Chi, was he very important to you before?”

I was stunned for a moment.

“It used to be.”

“So what now?”

“Now……” I looked at his sleeve covered in pomegranate juice, “now it's gone.”

He nodded and didn't ask any more questions. But before getting on the horse, he suddenly turned around and said something.

“I will be better than him.”

Not a question, but a statement. The two families discussed and arranged the wedding in September, when cinnamon flowers were in full bloom. There are more than four months until we get married. According to rules, we shouldn't meet too often. But Ta Lam Uyen obviously does not take rules to heart. Every three days, he comes again. The first time brought a small wooden sword—“if you meet a bad guy, you can dance a few times to scare him.” The second time brought a bag of roasted chestnuts with sugar—“just out of the oven, I ran two The new street I bought for her broke three beads.” The third time he brought a painting — he painted it himself.

“What is this?” I picked up the paper and looked at it for a long time.

“It's her.”

“……Do I look like that?”

“The drawing level is a bit poor, but the charisma is still there.”

Thanh Hoa poked her head to look, quietly burying her face in her sleeve. The person in the painting has a round face, round eyes, a crooked mouth, and a field of flowers on his forehead like two mud streaks.

“Have you ever seriously studied drawing?”

"Not yet." He replied very calmly, "but I mean it."

Let's put the picture away. Thanh Hoa was surprised: “Miss? Are you planning to keep it?”

“It's interesting.”

“But……that is not a person, it is like a piece of floating cake that has been cultivated to become pure.”

“What do you understand?”

I pressed the picture under the pillow. That night when I turned over, my hand touched the edge of the paper, and for some reason, the corners of my lips curled up slightly. On the sixth day of the fourth month, a big incident happened in the capital. From Bac Cuong, news of victory was transmitted—the border battle that began last winter was a great victory. The court and the people were both shocked. But on the news of the victory, only the commander's name was written, no deputy general was mentioned. Mother casually mentioned a sentence during the meal: "I heard that the second son of the Ta family went to Bac Cuong two years ago." I put down my chopsticks.

“Ta Lam Uyen has ever been to Bac Cuong?”

"I'm not sure about the specifics. Your father said it seemed like he had been training for more than half a year." Mother didn't pay much attention, "You're a martial artist, after all, you have to go to battle and see blood before you can stand firm."