At the age of five, she finally escaped from her abusive father. Together with her mother, she moved to another city and opened a small pho restaurant to make a living.
However, life in this new place was not much different from the old city. She was still isolated and had no friends, simply because she was a "mute" child.
That was until she met a boy named Bach Kha. He was two years younger than her.
As the years passed, Bach Kha realized that his feelings for her had gone far beyond familial affection. It was love. In the end, he gathered all his courage and confessed his feelings to her, and she agreed to be his girlfriend.
One day, she borrowed his laptop to take care of some work. While using it, she accidentally clicked on a messaging application. Several girls' names appeared on the screen. Who were they? Curious, she opened one of the conversations.
She froze as she read the messages. His replies were always short and indifferent, consisting of nothing more than: "8 PM," "9 PM," and similar responses...
Could it be...
At that moment, she suddenly understood everything.
She never expected him to be doing something like this.
That evening.
On a large bridge, she stood behind him. She had arrived a little late, yet he had not left. He was still there, waiting for her. She did not dare approach him and could only silently stare at that familiar figure.
Bach Kha pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and was about to light one. But at that moment, a memory suddenly flashed through his mind. He let out a soft sigh, clenched his hand so tightly that he crushed the entire pack, then tossed it into the river below.
As soon as he turned around, he saw her standing there. Their eyes met unexpectedly.
"Sis..."
Bach Kha immediately hurried toward her.
"When did you get here?"
Before she could step back, he had already wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against his chest.
However, she used all her strength to push him away and slapped him hard across the face. Bach Kha froze. She looked straight into his eyes coldly before beginning to use sign language.
"PLEASE BREAK UP WITH ME. YOU'RE TRULY DISGUSTING."
Bach Kha shook his head repeatedly. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his trembling hands clutching hers as he looked up at her with pleading eyes.
"No... I'm begging you. Please forgive me this once..."
His voice caught in his throat.
"You're so pure that I couldn't bear to stain you..."
He kept begging, but no matter what he said, she refused to change her decision. Eventually, Bach Kha realized that all his pleas were useless.
There was no other way.
A stubborn, possessive thought slowly began to rise within him.
He slowly released her hands and stood up. The smile on his lips sent chills down one's spine. His gaze had become frighteningly unfamiliar, as though he were an entirely different person.
"Do you really want to break up with me?"
"In your dreams."
He switched the way he addressed her, his tone becoming distant and cold.
She instinctively stepped backward. However, he pulled her into his arms once again. His grip tightened around her, leaving her no chance to escape.
"But..."
Bach Kha leaned close to her ear. His hot breath brushed against her skin as he rested his head on her shoulder. His eyes had turned bloodshot.
"If we break up..."
His voice lowered.
"Then who's going to pay your mother's hospital bills?"