Chapter 9 — Light Does Not Touch

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I remember a night long ago. At that time, my brother was still in the intensive care unit, and I was running around trying to borrow money. Extremely helpless, I returned to the hospital with empty hands. Walking through the hospital gate, I even thought about whether I had anything worth selling on my body, if only I could collect enough money for my brother. At that moment, Luc Chieu appeared in front of me. He looked for me for a long time. And also waited for me in the hospital all night. He stepped out from the streetlight and walked towards me— I was crouching in the dark, almost in despair to the point of losing all hope. He placed a bank card in my hand, the card still warm from his hand. His voice was a bit tense, even his ears turned red under the streetlight:

“There are three hundred thousand in here.

“If that's not enough... I'll think of a way to manage more.”

I looked at him for a long time. Either way, it feels like I'm dreaming. Until he was so looked at by my eyes that he had to bend down and carefully explain:

“There's no need to rush to return it, it doesn't matter how long it takes.”

At that moment, I couldn't hold back my tears. He frantically took out a tissue, but didn't dare help me wipe my tears, so he just quietly stuffed the tissue into my hand. The day my brother was discharged from the hospital, I half-jokingly asked Luc Chieu:

“Want to try going on a date with me?”

He immediately blushed, then hesitantly confessed his love to me. Say you've liked me for a long time. From the first time we met, until now. Said he joined a club in college, then chose to come to Hai Thanh to work after graduating, all because of me. I was stunned, I even felt unbelievable. After so many years, I never really realized it. Even during college, he almost never took the initiative to talk to me. He blushed even more and mumbled an explanation:

"I'm not good enough... I'm afraid of making you feel uncomfortable."

A man over twenty years old, clearly able to communicate fluently in the marketplace, always keeping a calm face with everyone. But in front of me, I blushed again and again. Under the moonlight that night, I hugged him tightly, my eyes were red, and said:

“There is no such thing as not being good enough.

“In my eyes, no one is better than you.”

Because of this statement, my brother was jealous for several days. Later, every time I encountered difficulties, Luc Chieu was always the first person to appear, standing right behind me. He always gently told me:

“No matter what you encounter, no matter how many times you stumble...

“I always have you here.

“I will never leave you.”

But later... In the end, he still let go and let me go. The promises were filled with love and sincerity. The years have burned for each other. In the end... It can only be buried in past memories. (RUN OUT OF.)