Hanh wept as she recounted her story, her voice trembling:
– I once thought I had nowhere left to return. If you hadn’t opened your arms to shelter me, I might not even be alive today.
At that moment, I finally understood. Everything she had gone through wasn’t because she was weak, but because she wanted to escape the vicious cycle of wealth and luxury.
Her father looked at me, clasped my hand tightly:
– Thank you for taking care of my daughter, for giving her a true home. Money, cars, and possessions are just external things. Your heart is what truly matters.
The whole village was stunned. The very people who once mocked and belittled me now bowed their heads in silence. They never imagined that the “beggar” they had despised was actually the daughter of a billionaire, and that I – a simple farmer – would become the son-in-law of such a powerful family.
But to me, those titles no longer mattered. I only looked at Hanh, seeing in her eyes the same purity as the day we first met by the corner of the market. I knew then that no matter her status, I loved her not for her past or her lineage, but for who she truly was – a gentle, humble woman who had walked with me through the hardest days of my life.
From that day on, our story became a legend in the village. People stopped gossiping, replacing it with admiration. As for me, I simply thanked destiny for letting me meet Hanh on that winter afternoon so many years ago
