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Hạnh’s voice began to tremble.
“There was a time when the pain was so bad that I couldn’t even stand.
I sat on the kitchen floor, hugging my knees, crying—but I didn’t dare make a sound.
I was afraid my child would hear me.”
Minh remained silent.
He looked at the woman in front of him, seeing for the first time the shoulders that were usually held so straight trembling slightly.
He wanted to say something, but his throat tightened, and no words came out.
Hạnh quickly wiped her eyes.
“I don’t need a rich man.
I don’t need someone to buy me a beautiful house or an expensive car.” She looked at Minh.
“I just want someone who, when I’m tired, can ask me one simple question: ‘Are you okay today?'” Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
As soon as she finished speaking, the kitchen suddenly became strangely quiet.
The sound of the rice cooker boiling could be heard with every beat.
Minh lowered his head.
He remembered all those times he had returned to his rented room, unlocked the door himself, eaten alone, treated his own wounds, and told himself that tomorrow would be better.
He had always thought he was the loneliest person in the world.
But now, watching Hạnh desperately wipe away her tears with the back of her hand, he finally understood.
Some people could live surrounded by countless voices and still be lonely enough for it to hurt.
Hạnh turned away, forcing a smile.
“Enough.
I’m talking too much.”
Minh stood up, but this time, he didn’t make a joke.
He pulled a chair over beside her and gently set it down.
Hạnh looked at the chair, then at him.
Minh spoke softly, “You’re tired today.
Let me take care of the rest.”
Hạnh bit her lip as tears fell onto the hand she had clenched tightly.
She quickly turned her back, pretending to look for something in the kitchen.
She didn’t want Minh to see her crying.
But the harder she tried to wipe away the tears, the more they fell.
Standing behind her, Minh didn’t ask any more questions.
He simply picked up each bowl and quietly arranged them on the shelf.
His aching shoulders bent down and rose again.
Outside the door, rain began to fall, each drop tapping against the metal roof like someone knocking on the door.
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