Chapter 7 — My Husband and I Were Reborn Together

Knowing that it was he who set the fire and burned her to death. Bui Kham slowly stood up. The first time since the resurrection. He felt scared. Not afraid of the Second Prince losing power. Don't be afraid of losing your reputation. It's fear of Ta Uan. The person he thought loved him to death. Now I probably hate him to the core. Bui Kham stood alone in front of the Prime Minister's palace. The first snow of the season falls quietly. The lights in the mansion were still on. He looked at that familiar gate for a long time. Apparently just a wall away. But he felt it. The distance between me and Ta Uan is so far that I can no longer reach it. First time. Bui Kham felt scared. Afraid that even if he comes back to life again. Can't keep her either. Three days later, Bui Kham sent an envelope to the Prime Minister's Palace. There were only a few words in the letter. He wants to see me. The location is Truong Phong tower next to Ngoc Kinh lake. That place in our past lives is where he and I met many times. When Xuan Hoa delivered the letter, she was so angry that she wanted to tear it up on the spot.

"Miss, this guy really has a dark soul that won't go away. Does he have the face to ask people out to meet him anymore?"

I looked at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, without the slightest wavering in my heart. In my previous life, I used to really like Bui Kham's writing. His elegant, generous brushstrokes look exactly like the person he was when he pretended to be a gentleman. At that time, we did not know that words can be trained to appear pure, but people's hearts are rotten from the inside. I put down the envelope and said lightly: "Go." Xuan Hoa looked at me in shock.

“Miss, do you really want to go?”

I smiled softly.

“He was starting to get scared.”

In the afternoon, I arrived at Truong Phong's building on time. Bui Kham has been waiting there for a long time. On the table was a pot of hot tea, a plate of cinnamon cake, and next to it was a freshly picked begonia branch, its petals were crimson and soft as if still covered with morning dew. As soon as he saw me, he immediately stood up. He called my name very softly, his voice carrying a gentleness that had not appeared for a long time. I sat down opposite him, not responding. Bui Kham looked at me for a long time, then pushed the plate of cinnamon cake towards me.

"I still remember that you liked to eat this dish the most. At that time, I ordered people to line up at Luu Van's for half an hour to buy it. After eating, she said that if I made her angry in the future, just bring cinnamon flower cakes to comfort her."

I lowered my eyes and looked at that plate of cake. In my previous life, this really happened. But that was before Lieu To To appeared. Later, at this same place, he made me sit and wait for two hours, while he ran to buy cinnamon flower cakes for Lieu To To. When he returned, he still had a box of cakes in his hand. He said the cake was cold and told me not to eat anymore, lest my stomach hurt. At that time, I was still stupid enough to feel that he was interested in me. Thinking of this, I smiled slightly.

"If the cinnamon flower cake is cold, you should not eat it, otherwise your stomach will get sick."

Bui Kham's face suddenly stiffened. This sentence, he has never said to me in this life. He looked at me, a trace of surprise gradually appearing in his eyes. As if I didn't notice, I looked at the begonia branch on the table again. Bui Kham immediately said in a low voice: "You once said that begonias bloom most beautifully after the rain. In my previous life, I even wrote a poem for you." He slowly read the first two sentences.

"The Hai Duong hasn't slept yet because no one is waiting. One night the spring breeze enters the pearl curtain."

His voice was very light. As if trying to pull me back old days. I looked at that flower branch and calmly read the remaining two sentences.

"Unfortunately, the flower picker was careless and let the incense fall down the stairs."

In an instant, Bui Kham's hand holding the teacup trembled. Hot tea spilled out, wetting the back of his hand, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. Those four verses were written for me in his previous life. But the next two sentences, he never said publicly to anyone. Only I have ever seen it in the manuscript he threw away. Later, we carefully picked it up, flattened it, and stuck it in a book. At that time I thought it was his intention. Now that I think about it, it's really funny. Bui Kham stared at me, his voice hoarse.

“Ah Uan, she…”

I raised my eyes to look at him. He didn't answer right away. After a while, he took out a silver brooch from his sleeve. The brooch is very old. The brooch head is engraved with a magnolia pattern. That was the first gift he gave me after getting married in my previous life. At that time, I liked it so much that I installed it every day. Later, on the day the Ta family was condemned, that brooch fell in the yard and was burned by a huge fire until it was deformed. I looked at the brooch, my eyes colder little by little. Bui Kham deliberately asked: "Do you still remember it?" I responded very slowly. The corners of Bui Kham's lips trembled slightly.