Chapter 21 — Don't Run Anymore, Hua Tri Hoa

I looked at the people behind him, then looked at Tham Lenh Nghi. This time, Tham Lenh Nghi did not look at me with his eyes anymore. She walked over and handed a thin file of documents to Luong Nghien Chu.

“The board of directors has approved your new plan.”

Luong Nghien Chu took it, his eyebrows slightly raised. Tham Lenh Nghi looked at me.

“Miss Hua.”

I stood up straight. She said: "I will not take back what I said last time, because that was the reality of that time." My fingertips tightened. She continued: "But now, he has proven that he has the ability to shoulder the choice, and she has also proven that she is not someone who only knows how to run away." I was stunned. Tham Lenh Nghi's tone remained calm.

“Study well.”

After speaking, she turned and left. I stood there stunned, the heavy rock in my chest suddenly shattered at a corner. Luong Nghien Chu gave me the file.

“New project, I got it back.”

I opened the first page, saw the signature page led by him, and also a practical cooperation plan with the school. It is not a shortcut just for me, but a public project aimed at the entire academy, the process, criteria, and approval standards are all written clearly and transparently. He lowered his voice and said: "I can't put the future in your hands, but I can pave the road a little smoother. Whether you go or not, how you go, is up to you to choose." My tears fell again.

“Luong Nghien Chu, why are you so upset?”

He looked at me, there was a smile in his eyes, and also a fatigue that had been suppressed for a long time.

“Yes, chasing people is really annoying.”

In front of the hotel, there were bustling passersby, the wind blew fallen leaves on the ground, and car lights passed by on the side of the road. I pushed the file back into his chest. He was stunned. I reached out and held his hand tightly. His joints immediately tightened, as if afraid that the next second I would run away again. I raised my head to look at him.

“This time I won't run anymore.”

Luong Nghien Chu's throat rolled, his eye sockets gradually turned red.

“Hua Tri Hoa, think carefully.”

I squeezed his hand.

“Think carefully.”

He bowed his head and smiled softly, smiled and laughed, his eyes filled with tears again. The sound of traffic behind us, the sound of the crowd, the sound of the wind in front of the hotel door, all receded. He didn't hug me right away, just held my hand tightly, as if he had finally caught the person who had escaped from that virtual nick, then fled from Thanh Ngo to Shanghai. I took a step forward and actively hugged him. His arms tightened, hugging me firmly. I smelled the familiar scent of cedar on him, and also heard the heart that refused to settle in my chest, finally stopping urging me to run away. A long time later, he softly asked: "Hua Tri Hoa, is On Le really dead?" I buried my face in his vest and sadly replied: "I'm dead." He laughed: "So who can I pursue?" I raised my head to look at him.

“Hua Tri Hoa.”

He bowed his head, his forehead gently touching mine.

“Yes, I like Hua Tri Hoa.”

The wind blew past the two of us. I held his hand tightly, never letting go again. RUN OUT OF