Chapter 11 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

"It's not that you can't live without me, you just can't stand the fact that the always obedient nanny suddenly goes on strike. What you miss is not me, but the days when you were comfortably served by me."

Every word she said was like a knife cutting into her heart. His face was pale, as if someone had drained all the strength from his body.

"That's not true... I love you..."

“Love?” She smirked, "When you sent the afternoon photo to Trinh Van Chieu, did you think of me? When you watched the aurora in Finland, did you think of me waiting for you?"

“Now that you say you love me, don't you feel nauseous?”

He stood frozen in place, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word. He finally understood that some things, once broken, can never be patched back together. She turned around, picked up the empty bowl on the table and walked towards the kitchen.

“Go away. Don't dirty my yard.”

Until she finished washing the dishes and came out, he was still standing in the yard. The Dali night wind was a bit chilly, blowing the hem of his shirt. He looked at her, his eyes filled with despair and belated regret. Finally, he slowly bent down and placed the travel card and debt list on the stone table.

“I'm sorry.”

He turned his back, pushed the yard door, and left step by step. She walked to the stone table, picked up the paper and passport, without even looking at it, threw it straight into the trash can next to her. Since Tham Bach Chu left Dali, Han Mo Tuyet's life has completely returned to peace. Nam Chi sent a WeChat message to tell her that when Tham Bach Chu returned, he was seriously ill. High fever of 40 degrees, stayed on intravenous fluids for three days in the hospital. After being discharged from the hospital, he asked the company to transfer him to fly cargo flights and no longer fly passenger planes.

"It is said that every time he entered the aircraft cabin and saw the empty co-pilot observation seat on the right, he became absent-minded, almost causing an aviation incident. The company had to send him to fly a cargo plane." Nam Chi's tone carried some regret, but more satisfaction.

As for Trinh Van Chieu, because she lost the "protective umbrella" of Tham Bach Chu, her "privileges" in the company were revoked. The colleagues who had offended her in the past were all slapped with water. She couldn't stand the criticism so she proactively submitted her resignation. Han Mo Tuyet looked at the words on the screen, without the slightest emotion in her heart. How they ended up was no longer something she was concerned about. One month later. Dali entered the rainy season, the heavy rains pounded on the green stone pavement. The postman rang the bell outside the door.

"Miss Han, there is an inner-city courier sent to you."

The umbrella girl walked out and signed for a flat carton. The sender is Tham Bach Chu. She brought it into the house and used scissors to cut the tape that sealed the box. Inside there are two items. First, there is a signed separation agreement, along with a bank card. In the agreement, he voluntarily gave up ownership of the luxury apartment overlooking the river, transferred it to her name, and paid all procedure costs. Below the bank card was pressed a piece of paper: "This is all the savings I have saved over the past few years, secret." Password is your date of birth. His house has been cleaned, the key has been deposited with the management board. This is the only compensation I can make.” She looked at those terms and stowed away the agreement. She did not intend to refuse, this was a worthy compensation for 8 years of her youth. At the bottom of the box, there is another item. It is an exquisitely made wooden music box. The box has the shape of a small snow mountain, on the mountain there is no plane, no cockpit, and no little bear.