Chapter 12 — Eight Years Is Not Equal to One Betrayal

Luc Nghien Tu was stunned, then smiled bitterly and peacefully, the corners of his eyes turning red: "That's right, you should have listened to her in everything." The loudspeaker in the lobby called our registration number, Giang Tu Bach took my hand and walked inside. When walking to the door, Luc Nghien Tu suddenly called out: "Lam Van Tinh." I turned my head to look at him. He stood in the warm sunlight of a spring day, his voice hoarse and dry: "I'm sorry." This apology is two years too late. I calmly nodded at him: "I got it." Simply receive, no more ripples. When taking photos on the marriage certificate, the staff reminded us to get a little closer together. Giang Tu Bach's ears turned red again, I took the initiative to gently hold his hand. The moment the shutter sounded, my smile was extremely relieved, calm, and no longer bitter. Stepping out of the Civil Affairs Department, the spring wind rustled the leaves on the roadside. Giang Tu Bach carefully put the red registration book in his document bag and turned to ask me if I wanted some candy. He took out two hard fruit candies from his pocket. I was extremely surprised: "Why do you carry candy with you?"

“I'm afraid your blood sugar will drop and you'll get dizzy.”

I peeled the candy and put it in my mouth, the sweetness gradually melting on the tip of my tongue. It's just an ordinary popular candy, but its sweetness far exceeds the sticky, watery bag of cakes from the past. In the distance, Luc Nghien Tu still stood rooted to the spot, I didn't turn around to look again. Giang Tu Bach lowered his head to look at me and gently asked: "Teacher Lam, let's go home, shall we?" I looked at the brand new red marriage registration book in his hand, his eyes sparkled with a gentle smile, and I nodded slightly:

“Let's go home.”

END