Chapter 7 — I Don't Need Your Blessings

"Where is To Van Duong? Aren't you two perfect together?" He looked at those comments, his hands shaking violently. He wanted to answer with a “sorry”. Type then delete again. In the end, he only sent out three words. "I deserve it." Immediately pushed to hot comments. "It's good to know." "Mammary ostomy." "I clapped my hands and called it great." He found pen and paper and wrote a bunch of words. "Tri Y, sorry." "Tri Y, I regret it." "Tri Y, if I could do it again, I would definitely choose you." Writing to the end, he couldn't see a single word clearly. Tears make paper soft. He struck a match and burned the letter. In the firelight, he seemed to see himself five years ago. So young. Such stupid. Not worthy of such forgiveness. He turned off the phone and curled up on the sofa. In the dark room. Only the TV screen is bright. A love program is playing inside. The host said: "For some people, missing out is a lifetime."10One year later. My project published my thesis in a subsidiary journal of Nature. The professor was so happy that he insisted on holding a celebration party for me. My mother brought out the cake, her face rosy. "Your daughter is so good." I smiled and hugged her. "Of course, I don't care who was born." My senior stood next to me, giving me a glass of juice. "Tri Y, after graduating, will you stay here?" I nodded. "I won't go back anymore." "There's no one there worth returning to." He smiled. "That's good." "I'll take care of you later." I looked at him. the. He also looked at me. The atmosphere suddenly became a bit magical. I bowed my head and took a sip of juice. Do not respond. But there are a few words that don't need to be said too much. The days are still long. During the celebration party, the professor got drunk. He patted my shoulder and said: "Tri Y, this life of yours is in exchange for it." "From now on, no one will bully you anymore." I raised my glass. "Don't worry, no one will bully you anymore." My mother next to me laughed until tears flowed out. She said: "My mother's heart disease is worth it." My nose was stinging, I hugged her. "Mom, thank you for believing in me." After the party ended, my senior sent me a text message. "There's a technology exhibition next week, will you go?" I replied with one word. "Go." He sent back a sticker. It's a Shiba with a silly smile. I looked at the screen and smiled too. After the celebration party ended, I glanced at a domestic news story. Giang Chi Nghien was sued because of a debt dispute. The car and house in his name were all auctioned off. Now he lives in a rented house in the village in the city. Every day lives by doing chores. I heard he carried bricks at the construction site. I heard that his mother was hit by the wind and no one took care of her. I heard that To Van Duong went to look for him and came back. He threw her luggage out in front of everyone. "Go away, don't dirty my door." Netizens recorded a video and posted it online. The comment area is full of "crazy men and crazy women". "Lock each other up, absolutely don't go out and harm people." "Miss Tri Y is beautiful alone." To Van Duong is even more cruel. Her other child was tested for autistic tendencies. She raised her child alone and had no money for treatment. Can only sell products on short videos. Netizens didn't buy it. "Van Duong, don't cry? Now you cry." "Green tea is worthy of a man, heaven and earth will last forever." "Don't sell it anymore, it's all your own making." I finished reading and turned off the phone. There is no joy in my heart, no pity. There is only a kind of calm after the dust settles. I used the compensation money to register a legal support fund for women abroad. The name is "Tri Y". Not to celebrate him. It's to commemorate myself, who almost died in love that year. My mother asked: "Have you ever regretted it?" I shook

"I only regret one thing." "Not recognizing them sooner." My mother sighed and took my hand. "From now on, I will live a good life with you." I leaned on her shoulder. "Yes." Outside the window, the Zurich sunset fell onto the snowy mountains. Brilliant gold. My mother suddenly said: "Tri Y, do you look like your father over there?" I looked in the direction her finger pointed. A light appeared in the clouds. Just like the way my father looked at me when he was alive. Tender. Be steadfast. I said in a low voice: "Dad, I won." I picked up my phone and posted a post to my friends circle. The photo is the top of the Alps. Caption: "The light boat has passed through countless mountains." There were immediately hundreds of likes below. There was a comment from a strange account, the profile picture was the first gift I ever gave him. A hand folded a paper crane. “Wish you happiness.” I stared at those five words for two seconds. Then, click delete. Block. Do it at once. Giang Chi Nghien, I don't need your blessings. I don't need your regret anymore. My story, you no longer exist anymore. From now on. High mountains and long rivers. We will not see each other again.