Chapter 2.

A gentle breeze blew by, cooling the sweat of the farmers who were diligently cultivating rice, and the faint scent of ripe rice wafted across the bright yellow fields. The girl raised her hand, wiped away the drops of sweat on her cheeks, tucked her hair neatly over her ear and continued to do her work. It seemed like just now, she was in such a hurry that she didn't have time to comb her hair, just tied it up loosely. Her hair was a natural golden color like the ripe rice season, her eyes were covered on one side by a piece of paper half the size of her face, the color of the French flag. Suddenly, a farmer called her name, she. Hearing this, she blinked her light purple eyes and looked up.

-Indochina, you don't need to do anything, you're still young and pretty, doing too much is not good. I've seen your arms and legs become thinner lately. You should take care of your health, even though this is a bit selfish... But if something happens to you, that person will not forgive me or everyone here. I know I'm probably not worried about you at all, I'm probably just worried about losing a colony with potential like you.. Well, it seems like you're a pretty strong girl but somewhat difficult to talk to, how can I know.. You're his child so it's just right, I'll never blame you, don't worry...| The uncle sighed in sadness at the girl standing before him, not daring to say anything more than a few words of advice to her |

-| She frowned slightly, looking straight into the eyes of the farmer who was trying to advise her |-"Yes, I know, sir.But I would like to be a little rude. I'm not a little girl, I'm not a little girl at all. That bastard has nothing to fear, even if something happens to me now, I still won't lose a single piece of land. The fact that I am the daughter of blood and flesh with a scum like him is the biggest humiliation in this world for me.I don't have the qualities of respecting superiors and subordinates, I'm not exactly like you. If I could go back to the past, even if I were to leave this world, I would still prevent that guy from reaching my mother. He is definitely not worthy of her at all.If she were still alive, she could forgive, but I can't and won't, never will.Forever."

Her mother? Ah.. She is a very beautiful and gentle girl,her name is Dai Nam(Đại Nam),she is very tolerant and gives opportunities to anyone. She is a woman with honest and gentle qualities, her beauty never fades over the years. Her hair is very long, reaching down to her hips and tied neatly, her curls are very smooth and flexible when the wind blows, her eyes are black, sharp but also very gentle, her plump lips have not been through any beauty treatment, her skin is white and pink and smooth, she is most beautiful when wearing the traditional costumes that are abundant throughout the Vietnam from the populous to the minority, her daughter also inherited almost all of her beauty.like her beauty.Unfortunately, she was captured by him - the French Colonies Empire. At a certain time, she signed a peace treaty, surrendered everything to him, she was almost on the right side of peace, while Indochina - her beloved daughter was on the side of war. October 17 is her birthday, she hates it, doesn't want to remember it. Her mother once told her in a dream:

-Indochina, my child, if you keep looking at this life with negative eyes, the negative things you think about will find you on their own. If you keep doing that, when I pass away from this world, who will understand you but me, you can't live like that all your life, right, you are a good girl, you are my little daughter, Indochina. | She looked at her with affectionate eyes and rubbed her head like a child |

-| She closed her eyes, pushed her hand away and said |No.. No. He doesn't deserve forgiveness, mom. He tricked me, made me trade away all my youth, trade everything in myself, tell me, what will your grandfather think? He only makes me hate, hate and hate to the core. Look at what he did to our country, look at what he did to our people, look at how many lives have died writhing and suffering in his hands, I think... Does he deserve forgiveness?

French Colonies Empire.. Your country has a guillotine, right? Well, you do.. You don't understand what I mean? I want these little girl's hands to be able to wipe off your head, that disgrace of society and worthless to me like a garbage dump on the side of the road that no one cares about, but I can't do it, because I'm too weak, so I'll just leave you the shortest message. I hate you.

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