Chapter 25 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

The machine made a deep "whirring" sound. Han Mo Tuyet did not hesitate and stuffed the unopened envelope straight into the shredder slot. The sharp blades instantly crushed it into countless white pieces. Falling into the trash basket below. The late repentance, the deep feelings of self-delusion, or the final struggles at the end of his life. Everything, in these few seconds of cutting, completely disappeared into smoke. Colleagues sit not far away. After watching her actions that were as seamless as flowing water, I was so surprised that I gasped.

“Mo Tuyet, you... you don't even bother to look at it?”

“What's worth seeing?”

She patted the paper dust on her hand and walked back to her seat.

"The biggest sadness in his life is that he will never learn how to love others. His apology is not to make me feel better, but just to relieve his guilty conscience before he closes his eyes and gives up."

She is not a bodhisattva to save him. The evil consequences he sowed must be slowly gnawed away in hell. After sending my colleagues home, it was already afternoon. Giang Du Bach drove his large motorbike and parked it in front of the homestay. Honk twice. Today he is wearing a black leather jacket, his whole person exudes a sharp and wild look.

“Boss, are you done yet?”

He sat across the car, tilting his chin toward her.

“Where to?” She walked out.

“Let me see this good stuff.” He threw her a pink helmet.

She expertly put on the helmet and sat cross-legged behind him. Two arms wrapped around his toned waist. The motorbike roared out of the old town, rushing along the lakeside ring road. The wind whistled in my ears. They do not go to famous virtual check-in points online. Following a winding and bumpy mountain pass, going up a wild grass field halfway up the Thuong Son range. There are almost no people here, only a few dry trees. Giang Du Bach parked the car. As if performing magic, he took out a picnic rug from the trunk and spread it on the grass. He pulled out two cans of beer and a bag of dried beef.

“See what?” She sat close to him, looking around, seeing only pitch black.

“Lie down.”

He pulled her hand to lie down on the carpet. She looked up. At that moment, she held her breath. There is no light pollution from the neon lights of urban bustle. The Dali night sky is like a giant black velvet sheet. Above is dotted with a dense galaxy, so brilliant that it takes one's breath away. The stars sparkled, as if you could just reach out and touch them.

“Isn't it beautiful?” Giang Du Bach tilted his head to look at her.

“Beautiful.” She replied softly.

“Once upon a time, someone showed me the scenery at a height of ten thousand meters.”

He suddenly mentioned Tham Bach Chu. But there was no bitter jealousy in his tone, only a firm calmness.

"But Giang Du Bach, I don't have that ability to take you to the sky."

He turned around and pulled her into his arms. Rest your chin on top of her head.

“I can only let you step on the real ground and see the most real starry sky of this human world.”

She leaned against his chest, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart. A flash suddenly flashed in my head Tham Bach Chu's promise 8 years ago, when he received the decision to appoint a captain in a small boarding house. That promise was like an illusion of soap bubbles, which imprisoned her for 8 years. Now, she lies on this slightly rough grass. Drink a cheap can of beer for a few dollars. But she felt that this was the most peaceful and stable night of her life.

“Giang Du Bach.”

“Hmm?”

“Go change the homestay sign tomorrow.”

“Change to what?”