Chapter 11 — Aurora Doesn't Wait For You

Even putting yourself in an extremely pitiful position. High-handed until the last moment. Chu Nghien's hand curled into a fist. “In the doctor's advice you sent me, you intentionally deleted the following sentence, right?” Tong Van Van's eyelashes blinked slightly. I looked towards Chu Nghien. He took out a piece of printer paper from his pocket. "The doctor's original statement was to recommend family members stay by your side, but not to depend on a single person. The screenshot I sent you has nothing to do with the latter." Tong Van Van did not deny it. “I'm afraid you won't come.” Chu Nghien took half a step back. This half step back is heavier than any scolding. Tong Van Van finally panicked. "Ah Nghien, but I won't force you to hurt her. It's because you choose me every time." Chu Nghien raised her eyes, her eyes filled with harm. This statement destroyed all his excuses. He looked at me. “Duong Duong, you…” “She's right.” I placed the pile of blankets on the counter. "She gave the dagger, you were the one who received it. The injury cannot be blamed on the dagger alone." Tong Van Van's face turned white, but tears did not fall. “Miss Duong Duong, you won.” “I am no match for you.” I picked up my work apron. "Let's talk about the matter between you two outside. We still have to receive guests here." Chu Nghien looked at the apron on my body, her eyes were extremely sad. "You'd rather stay here and do these things, but still refuse to go home?" "Correct." His voice choked. “You can stay here with me.” I looked up at him. "Chu Nghien, I never knew what you really wanted. I didn't know before, and I don't know now." Tong Van Van suddenly burst out laughing. “A Nghien, she doesn't need you anymore, can't you see?” Chu Nghien did not look at her. He just stared at me, his voice extremely low and hoarse. “I saw it.” He saw it too late. … After Tong Van Van returned home, he sent me a very long email not long after. No pity, no apology. She clearly listed each thing she had done, finally writing: "I will not bless you, but I admit, I lost. Not lost to you, but lost because I thought illness could be exchanged for love." I don't answer. A Lac finished reading the email and asked me: "Do you hate her?" I thought for a bit. “I used to hate.” “What about now?” “Now I just hope she actually goes for treatment.” A Lac nodded. “Then you are more free than them.” Chu Nghien still lingered in Rovaniemi. He didn't stay at my motel anymore, but rented a small house on the next street. Every morning, he places a cup of hot coffee in front of the motel door. I didn't drink it, so the hostess immediately took it away to share with the guests. On the third day, the old woman asked him. “Are you chasing your wife?” Chu Nghien replied in broken English: "I can't pursue it anymore." The old woman understood and patted his arm. “Then stop standing in people's way.” When I accidentally heard it, I couldn't help but laugh softly. Chu Nghien also saw it. He stood outside the door, his eyes lit up for a split second, then quickly darkened again. In the evening, he waited for me to get off work. “Duong Duong, I sold the apartment in the country.” My steps stopped. That apartment is where he pays the most attention. The ground-level windows look straight out to the river view, and the entire interior design is made according to his aesthetic taste. He once said that it was the medal he awarded himself before he was thirty years old. “No need to tell me.” “It must be said.” He gave me a receipt. "I donated half of the money from selling the house to an organization supporting independent treatment for depression patients, and the other half was given to you. Not to make up for the trip, but to make up for the past five years."