Chapter 13: Attending My Own Funeral
Her house was nothing special—a simple suburban home, neither rich nor poor, but peaceful and warm.
Both of her parents were doctors, though not in the security sector.
The moment she stepped through the gate, a wave of grief and sorrow hit her.
There was a funeral being held inside.
Her funeral.
Hoàng Hải Vân's funeral.
Her heart clenched.
She rushed inside.
The house was filled with relatives and old friends.
She had always thought she had no real girlfriends—yet here they were.
Some were even crying for her.
One of them stood out—Phạm Thu Thảo.
They had grown up together from elementary to high school.
They had been inseparable, even sharing pieces of bread when hungry.
But later, a small misunderstanding had driven them apart.
She regretted it deeply.
Thu Thảo had always been strong-willed, never shedding tears.
But now… her eyes were red.
Hoàng Hải Vân instinctively offered her a tissue.
Thu Thảo hesitated… then accepted it.
Then, she turned to Nguyễn Thế Anh, giving him a slight nod of acknowledgment.
Hoàng Hải Vân ignored it and continued inside.
Her room was just ahead.
As she got closer, the sounds of weeping grew stronger, each sob piercing her heart.
Her mother was sitting by the bed, crying until she could barely breathe.
She wanted so badly to hold her.
But she couldn't.
Not in this new identity.
Not with Nguyễn Thế Anh standing right beside her.
If he realized that she wasn't really his dead brother, he would tear her apart.
Her father stood by the bed.
And next to him—
Vũ Phi Toàn.
She never thought he would care this much after her death.
Then, she turned her gaze to the bed.
To herself.
The girl lying there looked so fragile, as if a single touch could make her disappear.
Yet, even in death, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.
She had loved this face, this body for over twenty years.
And now, she had to let it go.
Her fingers trembled as she reached out—
To touch her own face one last time.
Click.
The cold barrel of a gun pressed against her temple.
She turned.
Vũ Phi Toàn was holding the gun.
His eyes were hard as steel.
She had never seen him like this before.
This man—who had always upheld the law above all else—was now breaking it.
She was shocked.
But not afraid.
—"You're breaking the law," she said, voice steady.
His finger didn't falter on the trigger.
—"The law?" His voice was cold.
—"I never wanted to break it. But if I do—no one can stop me."