Chapter 9 — Good Hours Don't Wait For You

The first destination on the honeymoon is the beach. This is where I've wanted to go for a long time. But Luc Thua An always said he was busy. He said the project was busy, it was difficult to get annual leave, plane tickets were too expensive, the coast was the same everywhere, there was nothing interesting. After that, I didn't mention it again. Giang Nghien planned the journey in great detail. Every day I watch the sunrise, every day I go to sea, every day I go to the small town to walk around the night market, every day I do nothing, just sit on the hotel balcony and enjoy the breeze. He even remembered I couldn't eat too much seafood. Every time you order, ask carefully in advance. On the afternoon of the third day, we went for a walk along the beach. The sunset dyed the sea surface orange-yellow. Each wave rose, wetting the hem of my dress. Giang Nghien bent down and lifted the corner of my skirt for me. I lowered my head to look at him: "Is that proficient?" He raised his head: "There is no other way. The training before becoming a groom is too good." I laughed. He held my hand and walked forward. The sea breeze is very gentle. In the distance, someone is taking wedding photos. The bride held a bouquet of flowers and smiled extremely sweetly. Looking at her, I suddenly remembered myself a few days ago. That morning, I also wore a wedding dress. I also thought I would go to a wedding. Luckily, in the end, the person I walked towards was Giang Nghien. As if realizing my feelings, Giang Nghien stopped walking. “What are you thinking?” I shook my head: "Nothing." “Just feel like life is amazing.” He looked at me: "Do you regret it?" I know what you're asking. I seriously shook my head: "No regrets." The smile in Giang Nghien's eyes slowly spread. He suddenly bowed his head and gently kissed the corner of my lips. Very light. More like a probe. Before I could react, he was about to continue. I immediately raised my hand to block his chest. "Alright." Giang Nghien's movements stopped. He lowered his head to look at me, his eyes were pitifully innocent: "Why?" I said seriously: "It's still in the survey period." “Mr. Giang, please pay attention to keeping your distance.” Giang Nghien was stunned for two seconds then burst out laughing. He bowed his head, touched his forehead to mine, lowered his voice: "How long will the survey last?" I thought: "I have to see your performance." Giang Nghien sighed: "To Niem, why do you like saying this now?" “Because it's very useful.” He deliberately looked pitiful: "If I perform a little better, can I be officially considered soon?" I turned my head away, not looking at him. “Let's talk later.” Giang Nghien hugged me from behind, his chin gently resting on my shoulder. “To Niem.” "Yes?" “I'm really happy.” I heard his voice mixed in with the sea breeze, so light that it sounded like he was afraid of alarming something. “So happy that even now it feels like I'm dreaming.” I said nothing. Just raised my hand and gently placed it on his hand that was holding my waist. The ring touched the ring, making a very light sound. I looked at the sea in the distance and suddenly smiled. The sun sets into the sea. The gentle tide flowed over the instep. I think maybe life is like that. Those who have missed, don't need to continue chasing. The missed auspicious hour would have brought me to where I really should be. But this time, I wasn't late. Neither does Giang Nghien. Run out of.