Chapter 31 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

“General Han, you are very beautiful today.” Nam Chi sniffled.

“Let's make some money.” She gave Nam Chi a napkin, "With your current status, how can you overwhelm anyone if you show up with your face smeared with makeup?"

“I'm happy for you.” Nam Chi wiped her tears, "You don't know, a few days ago I went to process old books and found out some news about Trinh Van Chieu's fate."

She raised her eyebrows and signaled Nam Chi to continue.

"She went to work as a third party, and ended up bumping into the eldest lady, who was a bloody person, and directly led someone to the company to strip her of her clothes and beat her. Now the scandal is so loud, in this industry she has no place to live anymore."

Nam Chi pouted.

"And Tham Bach Chu, I heard that when he died in the aid station, his hand was still holding his broken phone, with all your photos on the screen."

She looked at herself in the mirror, so calmly that her eyelashes didn't even move.

“Nam Chi.” She interrupted Nam Chi.

“What's wrong?”

“Today is my wedding day, don't mention those embarrassing names.”

Those people and events in the past, from the moment she decided to step out of that luxury apartment overlooking the river, had already died. Even if they fell into hell, they would no longer have anything to do with her, not even the slightest bit.

"That's right, that's right, on the day of great joy, don't mention trash." Nam Chi smiled and put the veil on her head.

Outside the door came two gentle knocks. Giang Du Bach pushed the door and walked in. Today he wears a custom-made black suit, his hair neatly combed. The moment he saw her, the amazing surprise in his eyes was not hidden at all, but was completely revealed.

“Lady Giang, are you ready?”

He stepped in front of her, reaching out to her.

“The guests outside are waiting for us.”

She placed her hand in his palm.

"Mr. Giang, today's suit suits you very well."

He smiled warmly, took her hand and led her out. The lawn is decorated with white roses and light blue petaled sandflowers, in the distance is the blue Er Hai Lake and the rolling Thuong Son range. Giang Du Bach's parents sat in the front row, watching them walk forward, with a gentle smile on their lips. He never used any noble habits to tie her down, their entire family respected and supported her career in Dali. They stood under the flower gate. There are no lengthy oaths. Giang Du Bach looked deeply into her eyes, his voice was calm and steadfast.

“Mo Tuyet, I won't promise to pick stars from the sky for you.”

“But I guarantee, no matter whether it's a rainy day or a sunny day, as long as you turn around, I will always be behind you.”

He took out the ring and put it on her ring finger.

“In this homestay, I will always be the Korean hostess with full authority to make decisions.”

"And you, forever my most loyal partner, and my only husband."

She looked at him, her vision gradually blurred, but her heart was clearer and quieter than ever. She took the remaining ring and put it on his finger.

“Giang Du Bach, I used to think that my world could only rely on others to fly up to the sky.”

"It wasn't until I met you that I realized I could grow my own wings."

She stood on tiptoe and gently kissed his lips.

“Mr. Giang, part of life As for the rest, please teach me more.”

The sea breeze rushed in, on the top of Thuong Son in the distance, a sun was slowly setting. The sky was dyed a brilliant golden red. This overwhelming afternoon has finally completely, completely belonged to her alone. (End)