Chapter 1 (1/2)

Snowflakes flew across the skies. Beneath the immense roar of the river, she struggled to stop herself from sinking. She hoped to latch on to something, anything. She needed to be able to breath freely again. Unfortunately, all she felt was the piercing cold of the water. The water felt like ice cold needles attacking her, piercing her heart. The pain was overwhelming. So painful, the pain could've killed her. Lam Can Dung laughed as she sank further.

It didn't matter how hard she tried, it was destined. But she should not have died. Le Chi also didn't deserve to die. If not for that ungrateful person abandoning her, if not for that person leaving without turning back, she would not have ended up here, not being able to handle the humiliation and jumping into the river to commit suicide. She does not understand how the sincerity and care she showed towards those people only caused her to be thrown away?

A flower petal falls in front of her. Her vision was completely black. She was too lazy to move her fingers. In her fright, she heard someone call her name. Even so, she was still too lazy to open her eyes to see. Who would be there? It was just an illusion. Even that person would ignore her, who else would care if she were alive or dead?

Lam Can Dung awakened from a nightmare. Cold sweat flowed, soaking her clothes. She desperately hugged herself, s.h.i.+elding her body from the cold. As if she wanted to retrieve all the air she had lost from earlier, she took one deep breath after another. She took more than 10 deep breathes. It was then that she realized that she was still laying on a bed carved with flowers at her mother's house. It was all just a nightmare. She is still alive. She collapsed on the bed, holding her chest and feeling the strong heart beat there.

…Her heart never stopped. She reminded herself: She is still alive. She woke up at an earlier age; the events haven't happened. She still had a chance.

”Young Miss, you had another nightmare?” Nurse Que mama consciously placed the lamp in her hands on the table. Using the light of the moon as a guide, she carefully ignited the candle. Then, she looked at Lam Can Dung.

Within the darkness, Lam Can Dung's eyes twinkled as it reflected the light. Her face still held traces of panic. Cold sweat still dotted her forehead. The black hair glued to her face with sweat highlighted the fairness of her face, making it seem even more white.

Even though Que mama didn't hear a reply, she knew that her young lady just had a nightmare. She gave a long sigh, took her sleeve to wipe the young miss's forehead, and habitually went to get the young miss a change of clothes.

She told the maid dazed outside: ”Le Chi start a fire, heat some water, and bring it here so that the young miss can get cleaned up. Her entire body is wet.”

The servant girl Le Chi immediately followed the orders. Some time later, she brought in warm water and filled a copper basin. She brought a towel to help Que mama wipe down Lam Can Dung and change clothes.

Lam Can Dung sat up and allowed the two to wash her body. The towel was warm to the touch, extremely comfortable. She felt much more refreshed. Gradually, she stopped trembling and her erratic heart beat stabilized.

One the one hand, Que mama helped the young miss clean up the sweat. On the other, she worriedly asked: ”Young Miss, what did you dream of just now? Letting it scare you to such a degree, so pitiful.”

Lam Can Dung's lips flushed with a bit of color. It was more than half a day before she whispered: ”Tonight don't talk about nightmares anymore.”

Le Chi and Que mama exchange a look and saw the reluctance and desperation in each other's eyes. Le Chi lowered her head and helped Lam Can Dung tie the sash for her under clothes.

She giggled and said: ”Young Miss let Que mama tell you stories of the past.”

She was scared that Lam Can Dung was scared, having just had a nightmare. She wanted Que mama to conveniently stay the night and sleep with the young miss.

Unfortunately, Lam Can Dung paid a lot of attention to face. The family rules of the Lam Family is very strict. Since she was four years old, her wet nurse hadn't been allowed to sleep with her. That was why the servant had to make her suggestion in such a round about way.

Lam Can Dung looked at Le Chi with a complicated expression. Le Chi was older than her by two years, dressed in a restrained way, elegant and attentive, and very beautiful.  Lam Can Dung remembered that Le Chi was with her since the beginning. The servant girl was a not only a servant, but also a friend. Later, everyone left her. Only Le Chi stayed with until her death. If not for Le Chi, she wouldn't even get the chance to commit suicide to escape from the humiliation.

Le Chi giggled as she saw Lam Can Dung stare at her with such intensity. She touched her cheeks and then waved a hand in front of Lam Can Dung. She said: ”Fourth Young Miss, what are you looking at? Are you still dreaming? You don't recognize this servant girl?”

The girls of the Lam family are counted based on the entire family as a whole. Lam Can Dung was a daughter of the Third Household of the Lam family, but since she was the fourth born overall, based on order, she is called Fourth Young Miss.