Chapter 7 — When I was born, the day I got divorced, I turned around and married the person who had been waiting for me all my life

He coughed again, then raised his head to look at me, with a strange light in his eyes: "The story of my previous life. I did a lot of things wrong." My heart tightened slightly: "What are you talking about, Young Master Shen?"

“It's not delirium.”

He shook his head, coughed twice more, the corners of his lips began to ooze blood: "In my previous life, I was a Marquis, married her as my wife, and then betrayed her. In the end, she hanged herself and died, right?" I said nothing.

“God gave me life again, at first I thought there was still time…”

He coughed until his whole body convulsed: "But it's too late. It turns out that even you... don't need me anymore." Tears welled up in his eyes.

“A Chieu, I'm sorry to you.”

I stood up, took off the thick, heavy mask from my body, and placed it on his body.

“Master Shen, take care.”

Having finished speaking, I pushed the door open and walked out, straight into the immense snow. Behind him, the sound of coughing could still be heard, one after another, as if he wanted to cough all his internal organs out. I never turned back. Tieu Canh Dich stood waiting for me at the entrance of the alley. The big white snow covered his head and shoulders, but he refused to go into the yard, just stood there and waited. As soon as he saw me step out, he immediately strode forward, took off the large strap on his body and wrapped it around me: "Is it cold? I told you not to stubbornly come here."

“I'm okay.”

I snuggled into his arms, letting him hold me and step into the carriage.

“How is he?”

“Very bad.”

I closed my eyes slightly: "Probably... there won't be many days left... that's also the reason I last came to see him." Tieu Canh Dich was silent for a moment: "Poor people must have something to hate." The wheels of the carriage rolled across the snow, leaving deep ruts behind. Tieu Canh Dich suddenly grabbed my hand: "A Chieu."

“In your next life, you will also come find me.”

"This life is not over yet, are you already thinking about the next life?"

“You promise me.”

His tone was extremely serious. I borrowed the weak candlelight in the carriage to see his face. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, his expression extremely serious.

"Okay. In my next life, I will still come find you."

Only then was he satisfied, pulling me into his arms, placing his chin on top of my head. Outside the carriage, the wind and snow filled the sky. Inside the carriage was a warm warmth deep in the heart. Tham Nghien Chi died in early spring of the following year. Not long after To Uyen Thanh died, he vomited a large mouthful of blood, and from then on he never woke up again. When my mother sent someone to announce the funeral, I was sitting in the yard watching Tieu Canh Dich dance with his sword. He just got a new sword, said it was a trophy obtained in the North, and insisted on showing it to me. I sat down in the hallway, watching his every move, almond flower petals falling all over my shoulders.

“Luong Chieu Ninh!”

He retracted his sword and called out loudly to me: "Were you watching attentively just now?"

“Look and see, it's beautiful.”

I smiled and curled my eyes. He ran over, conveniently stuck the sword into the ground, then plopped down next to me, took my cup of tea and took a big sip.

"Don't you even look at that person's news?"

I bowed my head and looked at the obituary in my hand. Tham Nghien Chi is twenty-six years old. I folded the report put it back, stuff it in your sleeve.

“Don't look anymore.”

I tilted my head and leaned on Tieu Canh Dich's shoulder: "Things that should have passed have passed." Almond flowers scattered and fell, covering the ground with a pale pink and white color. Tieu Canh Dich wrapped his arms around my shoulders and said nothing. I gently closed my eyes, feeling extremely peaceful. The previous half of my life was up and down, falling in love with the wrong person, marrying the wrong person, and finally falling into a broken home and dying with hatred. Luckily, God still has eyes, giving us a chance to start over again. In this life, we let go of our attachments, let go of ourselves, and no longer try to win over people who don't belong to us anymore. That's why I can have good people, protect my family, and live a peaceful life. This is basically the best reward that God gives to those who know how to turn back. (COMPLETE)