CHAPTER 13: TRUTH ABOUT THE HEART (2)

After hearing everything, I can't calm down enough to think about miracles or anything, I just know that I need to save his life, but my expression hasn't changed since hearing the story, trying to look calm. to put his mother and Anh Huy in peace.

"Brother Duong, how much time is left?"

Huy looked at me with pitying eyes, hesitantly answered

“At most 2 years”

"Yes, I know."

I got up and went back to my room, it was his room, not mine. Lying on the bed, where his warmth used to be, where he endured the worst pain every night but I didn't know anything, I wondered 'did myself in the time I spent with him? Can you do anything for me?' I held him in pain and cried and cried and fell asleep, in my dream, I saw him about to fall into the abyss, I panicked and ran to pull his hand but didn't. Before long, tears naturally fell down a pillow. Until the evening, when I woke up at 7 o'clock, I slept all day long, woken up by a knock on the door, it was three. He hugged me in his arms: “Daughter