Chapter 10 — Spring, Beautiful Scenery That Can't See Each Other

Co Canh Trinh could no longer hear anything. He could only look dumbfounded at the person lying in the coffin. For a moment, he fooled himself that it wasn't her. My Yen Yen... since childhood, I've been afraid of pain. If I scratch my skin just a little, I'll cry all day, afraid of leaving ugly scars. But now, the girl lies in the coffin - her face full of wounds, her body pale and swollen from being soaked in water for too long. How could the person in the coffin be your Yen Yen? With trembling hands, Co Canh Trinh suddenly pushed the coffin lid open, trying to see clearly, trying to find some sign that the person lying inside was not Pho Minh Yen. However, after looking for a long time, what he received was only a bitter and cruel truth: The person inside was her. He tried to reach out to hold that cold hand, but he reached out and took it back several times - unable to touch it. "Yen Yen, good girl... don't scare me... wake up quickly, don't joke like this... it's not funny at all..." His voice gradually choked, carrying sobs, but the person in the coffin still didn't move. The funeral staff seemed unable to bear to look any further. He walked over and softly advised: "Sir, please endure the pain. The important thing now is to sign the death certificate, so that the deceased can rest in peace..." "Go away!!!" Not knowing where the strength came from, Co Canh Trinh pushed the other person away. "Who said she was dead?! She was just sleeping!!" No, it can't be! Pho Minh Yen loves him so much, she will not die! Seeing how crazy he looked, another employee approached and handed him a phone: "Sir, this is the only relic found at the scene. You should take a look." Co Canh Trinh paused, but still reached out to take it, opened the screen - and immediately, humiliating photos and clips appeared. Filling the screen are photos and videos of him and Tham An Nhien in bed! His face immediately turned white. She already knew. Since when? He frantically slid the screen, scrolling back to the top. The first photo was a month ago — Tham An Nhien sent a photo of her bed, along with the message: 【Just tell me, your fiance is lying in my bed.】 The last message was sent three days ago — the day Pho Minh Yen jumped into the ocean. 【Pho Minh Yen, even if you two are about to get married, so what? As long as I call, he will immediately come to my side.】 【If you know how to do it, quickly give me Mrs. Co's position!】 And... below that is Pho Minh Yen's only response: 【Okay. As you wish.】 A few short words struck like lightning, causing Co Canh Trinh's mind to go dark. He clutched his chest, gasping for breath, as if he couldn't breathe air. Finally, he screamed, his broken scream echoing throughout the hall: "Ah——!!!" The funeral staff looked at him collapsed in pain, unable to bear it, but still came forward and handed him a stack of documents. "Sir, according to the report, Ms. Pho Minh Yen was found to have severe depression and committed suicide within a month. If she had intervened in time... it could have been different..." The last sentence, that person did not continue, but Co Canh Trinh understood clearly. He opened the diagnostic file. Each disease onset milestone is clearly recorded. The day Pho Minh Yen first suffered from depression, her hands were covered in knife wounds - while he was comforting Tham An Nhien. The day she was taken to the emergency room for committing suicide, he was celebrating Tham An Nhien's pregnancy and livestreamed showing off his feelings for her. The day she jumped into the sea, he was whispering love, saying that even if she got married, he would always love Tham An Nhien and the child. Every time Pho Minh Yen was close to death from illness, he was with another woman. And the scariest thing was — he had never noticed anything unusual about her. Even though he had a premonition, his heart was still occupied by a woman

others hold on. Co Canh Trinh clutched the depression diagnosis file, his hands shaking uncontrollably. Tears kept falling, each drop pattering on the cold stone floor. Finally, he covered his face with his hands, collapsed and burst into tears like a child. The wedding of the century eventually turned into the funeral of the century. In the alternating black and white space, Co Canh Trinh stood like a living corpse next to Pho Minh Yen's coffin, dully welcoming each visitor, no longer emotional, no longer alive. "General Co, my condolences." “General Gu, I hope you can endure the pain.” "Mr. Gu, please take care of your health..." Each guest came to pay their respects, everyone felt sad when they saw his limp appearance. How did such a talented and beautiful couple become a couple - one yin and the other yang overnight? As the rain poured down, Co Canh Trinh knelt down in front of Pho Minh Yen's tombstone.