Chapter 9 — My Husband Criticized Me For Destroying Dung, I Changed My Face To Another Face

“Doctor Ninh, the villagers once heard a rumor.”

Tong Chieu Ninh put down the tea cup and smiled slightly.

“What rumors?”

The lady looked at the elegant, leisurely face in front of her, an expression of admiration appeared in her eyes.

"I heard that in the past, you were the number one beauty in the capital."

The hospital suddenly became quiet. Those who had heard the old story couldn't help but look at her curiously. They wanted to know how a woman who had lost her appearance and was laughed at by the whole world would feel when she heard these words again. But Tong Chieu Ninh only smiled slightly. That smile was as calm as the spring breeze across the lake, without any pain or regret from the previous years. She said slowly:

“Appearance is something God gives.”

“But how to live is your own choice.”

Everyone was silent. No one knows, that one gentle sentence was replaced by many years of pain and tears. At this moment, a young disciple standing next to her raised his head and asked:

“Master, have you ever hated those people?”

Tong Chieu Ninh's hand that was flipping through the medicine book paused slightly. She raised her eyes and looked out the window. Outside in the yard, an apricot tree is blooming. The petals are crimson in the wind, exactly like the apricot branches she drew in the flower feast every year. She remembered the sea of fire that year. Remembering the painful nights where I couldn't sleep peacefully. Remembering the days when I had to cover my face with a scarf and didn't dare to face myself in the mirror. Remembering her husband's betrayal. The soot's jealousy. The fiance's infidelity. And also the coldness of his father. She had remembered all that suffering in her heart, hated it so much that she couldn't let it go. A long time later. She just smiled gently. The little disciple bowed his head and said in a low voice:

“If it were me, I would definitely hate them for the rest of my life.”

Tong Chieu Ninh looked at the child, his eyes filled with tolerance.

“But now, I thank them again.”

The little disciple raised his head in surprise.

“Master, why?”

Tong Chieu Ninh reached out to pick up an apricot petal that had just fallen on the table, his voice as light as the wind:

“If it weren't for that day, when they pushed us into the abyss.”

“I wouldn't know.”

“It turns out I can step out of the abyss myself.”

She stopped for a moment, looked at the apricot petals in her hand, then continued:

“I used to think that losing your appearance means losing everything.”

“Later I understood.”

“A real woman doesn't have to live by a face.”

“It's about relying on your own heart, intellect and hands.”

Outside the door, sunlight shines down. Apricot flower petals flutter in the wind, as if celebrating a newly reborn life. That winter, the first snow of the season suddenly came to the South. Tong Chieu Ninh sat by the window. Tieu Dao was no longer the maid she used to be, but she still used to place a plate of hot roasted chestnuts in front of her.

“Miss, it's snowing.”

Tong Chieu Ninh picked up a still hot chestnut and slowly peeled it. Heat spreads in the palm of my hand. She suddenly remembered many years ago. That day, when she heard that those who harmed her had received retribution, she also sat by the window and ate a hot chestnut. At that time, she thought that was the end. But now she understands. A fulfilling life is not about seeing your enemies fall. But after going through all the pain and suffering The body can still live well, live more brilliantly than before. Tong Chieu Ninh looked at the white snow-covered sky outside. The corners of the lips curled slightly. That smile was gentle and peaceful. No more hatred. No more regrets. She went through a sea of fire. Have gone through the darkest months of my life. And in the end, she herself became her light. From now on. May is still long. She just needs to live for herself. Thus, it was the happiest in the world. (FULL TEXT)