Chapter 4 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

She remembers that flight to Narita. Because of the weather, the flight was delayed for 5 hours. She was worried at home and couldn't sleep. She called him more than a dozen times and he didn't answer. He then replied with a text message: "Busy with work, don't bother." It turned out that he was busy comforting Trinh Van Chieu in the passenger compartment.

“Sister-in-law, don't you normally manage Mr. Bach Chu?”

Trinh Van Chieu suddenly turned the conversation to her.

"Mr. Bach Chu has a bad stomach. Yesterday I saw him coming to fly a simulator without eating breakfast. I feel sorry for our colleagues."

Her tone carried an undisguised reproach. The dining table suddenly fell silent, everyone's eyes turned to her.

“He's an adult, he knows how to order food himself.” Han Mo Tuyet put down the tea cup.

Trinh Van Chieu was stunned, his eyes turned red immediately.

"Sister-in-law, I don't have any other intentions, I just care about Mr. Bach Chu a little..."

“Han Mo Tuyet, are you enough?”

Tham Bach Chu slammed his chopsticks on the table, his face turned pale.

“Everyone is happily going out to eat and drink, do you have to be sarcastic and make things difficult for others to endure?”

“Did you say something that made it difficult for others?” She calmly looked at him.

"Van Chieu has the kindness to remind you to care for me, what is the meaning of your attitude like this!"

“Captain Tham.”

She stood up and picked up the bag next to her.

“Since someone already cares about your stomach, I won't have to worry about it anymore.”

"Han Mo Tuyet! Today, dare you to step out of this door!"

He roared behind her. She pushed open the bedroom door and walked without hesitation. The cold air in the hallway blew into her face, and she took a deep breath of the outside air. After eight years, she finally no longer had to trample on herself just to save face for him. When she got home, she put the remaining books in a carton. Just wait until next Wednesday. That night Tham Bach Chu did not come home. It wasn't until noon the next day that he walked in the door, with a faint scent of woody perfume lingering on him. That is the scent that Trinh Van Chieu often uses. He threw the car keys on the shelf in the mysterious entrance and looked at her coldly.

“Did you vent enough last night?”

Han Mo Tuyet was using tape to seal a carton, not even raising her head.

“Are you pretending to be deaf?” He walked over and kicked the cardboard box, "What's the point of cleaning up all this trash?"

“Clean up unused items.”

He laughed coldly.

"Han Mo Tuyet, this trick of yours is getting old. Do you think I'll come comfort you after a few days of cold war?"

She stood up straight, patting the dust on her hands.

“I don't need you to comfort me.”

"So what is this attitude of yours? Last night because of one of your words, Van Chieu cried for more than half an hour. I owe her an apology."

“I won't apologize.”

“I really can't reason!”

He angrily scratched his head, walked over and sat down on the sofa.

"I don't have time to bother with you. Next Wednesday I have to take a flight to see the aurora to Reykjavik. If you find out it's wrong, I will take the free ticket for family members that was left for Van Chieu to pass on to you, and take you to see the aurora."

She stood there stunned. Aurora. Six years ago, she went to the doctor and found out she had the disease Although the thyroid tumor was benign, she was scared out of her wits at that time. He held her hand beside the hospital bed and promised: "When you get better, I'll take you to see the aurora borealis. Just sit on the flight piloted by me, and we'll see the most beautiful night sky together." This promise, he lasted for six years. Now, he took the promise from six years ago as an alms ladder for her to step down. Furthermore, this ticket was originally intended for Trinh Van Chieu.