Waking Up From A Dream, The Person Beside My Pillow Was No Longer There|✔️

14: In life, there was no such thing as fairness

"Nhan Tinh, have you lost weight?"

"No, Mom, I'm still quite chubby."

"You are always focusing on your doctoral research all day long. Not only have you lost weight, but you don't even have a boyfriend."

"Nhan Tinh is already 26, she should get married."

Nhan Tinh awkwardly looked at the Ngo couple, and then slowly glanced over at Tan Duat. Tan Duat, who was in the middle of picking up food, trembled and dropped it.

Quach Phuong attentively picked up another dish and placed it in Tan Duat's bowl. She smiled and said: "Mom, Dad, don't rush Nhan Tinh. It's okay for a girl to marry a bit later; she can find someone she truly likes."

Tan Duat added: "That's right."

Quach Phuong lowered her head, and looked at her half-empty bowl of rice. She felt a sour taste rising in her throat, frowning, she swallowed it back down.

"You're right, getting married too early will often lead to unhappiness, and can easily end in divorce." Nhan Tinh said with hidden meaning. Unlike what she had imagined; that Quach Phuong would leave in indignation, she remained as calm as ever, and even smiled at her. It was a beautiful smile, but it carried a heavy weight.

After dinner, Nhan Tinh stood up and said she wanted to leave. Despite Mr. and Mrs. Ngo's pleas, Nhan Tinh refused to change her mind. They had no choice but to escort her to the door.

However, Nhan Tinh had just taken a few steps when her body suddenly staggered. As she was about to collapse to the ground, Tan Duat was the quickest to react. Before he could even process what had happened, he found himself holding Nhan Tinh in his arms. Nhan Tinh, looking as fragile as a porcelain doll, closed her eyes and fainted.

"Nhan Tinh, Nhan Tinh..."

"Nhan Tinh, what's wrong? Don't scare your parents like that."

Tan Duat panicked, and quickly carried Nhan Tĩnh to the car. The Ngo couple ran after him. If anything happened to Nhan Tinh, they wouldn't be able to bear it.

In an instant, the house was left with only Quach Phuong, the housekeeper, and the butler.

Quach Phuong sat there silently. She wasn't sure what she was thinking about, her gaze lost in the void. A moment later, Quach Phuong felt that her face was wet. She raised her hand to touch her face, and found tears streaming down, no matter how much she wiped, they kept coming.

She choked back a sob, and asked Aunt Tran: "Can you get me a tissue? It seems that I got some dust in my eyes."

Aunt Tran, at a loss for words, handed her the tissues.

"Thank you!"

After regaining her composure, Quach Phuong smiled and took Aunt Tran's hand: "Auntie, I bought a gift for you." She led Aunt Tran to where the gift bags were kept, and took out a cosmetic box.

"Auntie, this is hand cream. Winter is coming, and since you often wash dishes, I noticed your hands tend to peel so I bought this for you."

Aunt Tran couldn't hold back her tears. "Miss, thank you."

"Just call me Phuong Phuong. In the future, please take good care of my parents for me," Quach Phuong's voice grew softer: "I'm afraid I don't have much time left."

"Miss, what are you saying?" Aunt Tran couldn't clearly hear what she had said.

Quach Phuong quickly forced a smile: "It's nothing, Auntie." She then took out another rectangular box with a luxurious design and called the butler over.