Bich Quyen slightly leaned over and sat on the bed. She looked at the bowl of potato soup cooked with young ribs, feeling much more comfortable in her heart. It is true that it has been a long time since Bich Quyen has enjoyed a certain dish of Uncle Hoan's. She really misses it. Hospitalized for two days, although not much, the hospital's dishes really did not suit Bich Quyen's taste. In fact, Quyen is not a picky eater, as long as it's not rancid, she can eat it. But just because she is not a picky eater does not mean that Bich Quyen has an easy palate. She also knows what's good and what's not.
- Now let me feed you.
Mrs. Linh was afraid of the hot bowl of soup and was determined to feed it to Bich Quyen. Quyen smiled shyly, it was just a fracture of her back vertebrae, not a broken arm that she couldn't eat by herself. Quyen took the bowl of soup, took the spoon herself, and scooped up some broth to drink. The sweet soup, the fragrant smell of bones, and the sweet potatoes made Bich Quyen's stomach warm. Delicious! She happily ate another spoonful.
As Manh Tuan sat next to him, his eyes from entering this room only focused on Bich Quyen, lying on the bed. He looked at her, then back at her tangled body. Injured so badly? Manh Tuan lowered his head and thoughtfully did not speak. That day, she fell down the stairs. He really did not expect the injury to be so severe. At that time, Bich Quyen was sprawled on the stairs. She stayed for a long time before she got up. But at that time, she just quietly hugged her school bag, walking slowly. No one noticed how badly she was injured. Tung Lam even sarcastically said, "Fat like a pig, so thick, how can she be hurt?". But now, looking at Bich Quyen lying on the hospital bed, her every movement is slow, as if she just didn't pay attention, she would also suffer. He couldn't help but hit the mattress of the extra bed next to her.
The loud noise made both Bich Quyen and his mother look in that direction, all of them looking at him, confused. Bich Quyen lowered the spoon in her hand and looked at Manh Tuan like that. She didn't want to eat anymore. The food that comes into the mouth has no taste at all.
- Tuan, what's wrong?
Mrs. Linh frowned. She knew that Tuan was not a person who often acted without thinking. Suddenly, he hit the mattress like that. There must be a reason.
Bich Quyen was silent. Her eyes looked at him, her lips pursed. Perhaps she knew why he acted like that. Perhaps the fact that he went to the hospital to visit her today really made him uncomfortable. But, with Mrs. Linh here, Bich Quyen felt it was not convenient to tell Manh Tuan and his mother to go home.
- Tuan, what happened in class today?
Before the atmosphere turned monstrous, Bich Quyen quickly asked a question. She didn't know why she asked that question either. She just knew that if she didn't ask something, Tuan would definitely be scolded by Mrs. Linh for acting so spontaneously.
He listened to the question and remained silent for a while as if he needed to get rid of all the unpleasant and negative things that were rising in his heart. After a long while, Tuan sat down on the chair. When Quyen looked at him like that, she knew he had calmed down.
- It's nothing, either. Mrs. Tuyet asked Huong Linh to copy the lesson for you.
- Seriously? That's one month! I wonder how much more exercise there will be.
Quyen smiled lightly. There will be a lot of homework if you don't go to school for the next month. Knowledge is also much more. Bich Quyen thought. It seems that she will have to stay up at night to study for a while.
- You don't have to think about staying up all night. Mrs. Tuyet allowed you to take a photo of the lesson without having to copy it. Besides, the school's English exam is coming, and Hong will take the exam instead of him.
At this point, Bich Quyen remembered that she had another school-level English exam. What a pity! She sighed. She worked hard in order to prepare for this exam, but she had to give the opportunity to someone else. And there's nothing she can do about it. She's lying in the hospital like this. How can she take the exam?
Mrs. Linh looked at the two children sitting next to each other, and in her heart, she also felt that she should go out a bit. It's been a long time since she's seen Tuan and Quyen sitting next to each other and talking like this. Mrs. Linh wondered at first if Tuan and Quyen had a grudge and they were no longer friends. But now, it seems that her thinking is not quite right. Well, it's good to be like this. The other two were still good friends.
The door of the ward opened, and it was Mr. Tu, Quyen's father. Perhaps he had just come here from work, still wearing a serious suit. He just saw Tuan's mother and daughter and smiled politely. Mrs. Linh patted Tuan's shoulder, said that she and Mr. Tu would be outside talking for a bit, and told Tuan to stay inside with Bich Quyen.
In the room with only the two of them, the air fell into an eerie silence. Manh Tuan did not speak. Bich Quyen did not speak. For a moment, the two of them didn't even look at each other. Perhaps, there were things that, if not said, would forever become an ulcer. The longer it was left, the more painful it would be. Bich Quyen clutched the blanket tightly. She wanted to tell Tuan about the text messages he had read, saying that she did not know them and she never meant it. But, while thinking is one thing, opening one's mouth is another. Bich Quyen didn't know how to repeat it to Manh Tuan, and she was afraid that it would hurt his heart.
- Tuan... about texting...
Gathering up her courage, Bich Quyen finally talked about the messages sent from her Facebook account. At that time, Quyen did not have much free time. She buried her head in studying as well as preparing for the school's English exam, so she didn't pick up the phone. Bich Quyen is not a person who likes to use the phone. She considers the phone more like a tool for making calls than for entertainment. She prioritizes using the computer for things related to work and study.
When Tuan heard her words, he knew what she was talking about. He clenched his fists, his joints were clearly visible. Unexpectedly, Dang Bich Quyen also deliberately repeated this story. Originally, he came here today, trying to put all that aside. But she mentioned it again. But, he didn't say anything. Perhaps Manh Tuan really wants to hear Bich Quyen speak. This was the patience he always had for her, even unconsciously.
- Would you believe me if I said that I didn't text those texts?
Her voice trembled as if saying such a brief sentence would exhaust her. Anxiety welled up in her heart like someone was clutching her heart, stabbing it with a needle, painfully. Bich Quyen's eyes did not dare to look at the boy sitting next to her. She dared not face the expression on his face. Somewhere in Bich Quyen's heart, she really hoped that Manh Tuan would agree to listen to her and that he would give her a little trust.
He was silent and did not speak. His head was filled with thousands of questions. Should he trust her? If he did, what would he do? And if he didn't believe it, what would he do? The world's biggest myth is that the owner of that Facebook account is saying she didn't send those messages. Ridiculous! He smirked. If she didn't send it, who would? Could someone hate Dang Bich Quyen so much that they hacked her Facebook account to send those messages? Come to think of it, this is a ridiculous myth!
- You think someone will hack your account and send those messages?
Manh Tuan looked up at her, his eyes and voice filled with sarcasm. No murderer ever claimed to have killed someone. Bich Quyen now appears to him to be no different than a criminal attempting to justify her actions.
- I don't text those messages. Tuan, you don't trust me that much? How long have we been friends?
- So you remember we used to be friends? Why don't you remember this friendship when you stabbed me in the back and insulted me? Dang Bich Quyen, I have never hated you like this!
She gasped, unable to say a word. Her bright, clear eyes were now covered with dark clouds. It is lifeless and has no bright spots at all. Manh Tuan doesn't look at her anymore because he is afraid. If he continues to look into those eyes, he will not be able to control his heart, but embrace her and forgive her. Tuan told himself not to be soft-hearted. Dang Bich Quyen is not worthy.