Chapter 16 — 50 Years of Wrongfulness

After speaking, his hand dropped down. Tham Thanh Tu stood next to the bed, bowed his head and looked at the fallen hand. She stood for a long time, then finally bent down and gently placed that hand back on the sheet. She took care of Co Lam's funeral arrangements. Two years later, after the closing ceremony of a small design exhibition in Milan, she and Tong Can Nien held their wedding in a small church with only two tables of relatives and friends. She wore a long white dress, her hair tied in a loose bun behind her head. Tong Can Nien stood in front of her, took a small box from his vest pocket and opened it, inside was a star-shaped ring. He slowly put the ring on her ring finger, the size was just right. Tham Thanh Tu's eyes glanced at the last table in the guest area. At the position next to the window, there was a familiar figure raising a glass towards her. She held a glass of white wine in her hand, raising it slightly toward that empty chair.