Chapter 9 — When I was born again, I was content to keep my hands to myself, but that cold and powerful God was frantic again

It's the string of 'gourd' candy that Co Truong Uyen once gave me. Along with the ivory white petals falling quietly under the pipa tree. When the body fell limply, we saw Bui Dien Chi's face. That expression... In two lifetimes combined, I have never seen his face before. No more coldness. No more indifference. It's a kind of horror that's almost ferocious. He reached out his hand to support me. General Chu led his men to rush in to control the assassins. The courtyard was filled with the sound of clashing weapons and chaotic screams, but all those sounds gradually became very far away, as if separated by an invisible wall.

“Tham Chi Y…”

Bui Dien Chi's voice is shaking. His hand pressed firmly on my wound, blood kept pouring out of his fingers, hot, dyeing my entire outfit a dark red.

“Tham Chi Y!”

I lay in his arms, looking at his red eyes. He's crying. Bui Dien Chi is crying. What I couldn't wait for in my previous life for seven years, in this life I only got it to block an arrow for him. How ridiculous.

“Bui Dien Chi…”

My voice is very soft. So quiet that even we can hardly hear it anymore.

“Look… you still can't choose me… but I'm still willing to choose you…”

He hugged me tightly, my whole body was shaking violently.

“I don't choose the world anymore.”

His voice sounded like it was being torn from his throat.

"I choose you... have you heard? I choose you..."

I heard it. But I don't care anymore. When Co Truong Uyen ran over, I almost couldn't feel the pain anymore. He pushed the crowd away and rushed inside, with a "thud" sound, he knelt down next to me, his hand placed on the pulse on my wrist. I see his hands are shaking. Those hands have never trembled before. He is the best doctor at the Thai Medical Institute, when applying the needle is as steady as a rock. But right now, he was shaking. Even his voice was shaking, but he still tried to force himself to keep his voice steady.

"It's not deep. It hasn't damaged her heart or lungs. Nothing will happen to her."

He opened the medicine box, took out silver needles and powdered medicine, and gently pressed his fingertips around my wound. His eyes were red, but he didn't cry, he just helped me stop the bleeding and said softly:

"You already agreed with me, saying you would taste the fruit in the fall. The fruit on the tree is almost ripe, you haven't eaten it yet."

I want to respond with a "yes". But the lips only moved slightly, not making any sound at all. Bui Dien Chi knelt on the other side. His hand was still firmly pressed around the wound on my chest, as if if I relaxed just a little, the blood would continue to flow out endlessly. Blood had soaked the entire blue-black sleeve. Even his fingertips were tinged red. He looked at Co Truong Uyen who was bending over to give me acupuncture. Thin lips pressed tightly into a cold, hard line. That face, which was always calm and indifferent, was now terrifyingly gloomy. His eye rims were bloodshot. Red as if blood would actually leak out in the next second. Silver needles stabbed into the acupuncture points one after another. The blood in my chest finally slowly stopped flowing. Co Truong Uyen gently breathed a sigh of relief. Then he bent down and directly picked me up from Bui Dien Chi's arms. Very light movement. But it made the hand that was holding me belong Bui Dien Chi stiffened in midair. Co Truong Uyen hugged me and turned around to go into the room. At that moment, Bui Dien Chi suddenly raised his hand to stop. But Co Truong Uyen just turned around and walked away. His voice was as cold as winter river water on a snowy night.

“Lord Bui.”

“She became like this because she saved you.”

“What else do you want to do?”

"Her wound needs rest. A little distance from her is the best thing for her."

Bui Dien Chi's arm stiffened in midair, then slowly let down. I leaned into Co Truong Uyen's arms. On his shirt there was a faint, clean smell of medicinal herbs, making others feel extremely secure. Chest still hurts. But this kind of pain is completely different from my previous life. The pain of the past life is rotting out little by little from the depths of the heart, rotting until nothing remains. And the pain of this life is very pure. The pain will pass, it will go away. I lay in bed for twenty-one days. Co Truong Uyen did not return to the capital. He stayed in Suzhou, every day he helped me change medicine, check my pulse, and prepare medicine. His medicine is very bitter, so bitter that every time I drink it I have to frown, so he always tries every way to comfort me. Today add a honey apple. Tomorrow add a spoonful of cinnamon flower sauce. The other day, I changed it to snow pear with rock sugar.