Chapter 2 — Old Love Turns to Ashes

His face darkened and he questioned:

“Are you drinking?”

My voice was weak, saying just one sip. He stood up, took a step back, pulled open the door:

“How many times have I told you, the smell of alcohol makes me nauseous, the smell on you right now, I'm so nauseous.”

I opened my mouth to explain further. But he grabbed him and pushed him straight out the door. That night I sat in the hallway all night. The weather was minus 8 degrees, tears streaming down and freezing on my face. From then on, I never dared to touch alcohol again. I thought it was his taboo. But now, he is drinking alcohol. With a face filled with happiness. Based on the location below the video, I found the karaoke bar where they were gathering. Sitting in the taxi. All along the way I kept thinking, what will I do when I get there? Question? Scratching? Or scream loudly? Or do like on TV, throw a glass of wine right in someone's face? But I suddenly realized, I didn't even know who I should sneeze at. Giang Tu Nien. Van Van. Hua Nghien. Or maybe their close friends are wishing them a hundred years of happiness in the comments section. The car stopped outside ring road 3. Through the transparent glass, I glanced at them and saw them gathered around the cake and toasting in celebration. Van Van leaned on Giang Tu Nien's shoulder and smiled, Hua Nghien standing next to her applauded and cheered. I walked to the door, put my hand on the handle, but no matter how I tried, I couldn't press it down. Obviously the person who was betrayed for 11 years was me. Obviously I should have just pushed open the door and walked in, overturning that banquet table. But I still hesitated. At this moment, the door suddenly opened from the inside. Giang Tu Nien's face appeared right before my eyes. Before I could open my mouth, he reached out and grabbed my wrist. Hastily dragging me deeper into the hallway, I stopped until I hid behind a corner of the wall.

“Why did you come here?”

He reeked of alcohol. He turned his head and glanced towards the room, confirmed that no one was watching, then continued:

“You go home first, I will explain to you later about me and Van Van.”

“Explain how you cheated?”

My voice is hoarse. He frowned, looking like he was having to endure a child who didn't understand:

"To Mien, I know it's hard for you to accept, but we broke up, let's let the past go, we all have to move forward."

I couldn't help but laugh.

“It's been three days since we broke up, and you've already registered your marriage?”

He was silent for a moment, his throat twitching:

"Van Van... she doesn't know anything, if you have any resentment, just take it out on me, but I ask you not to tell her."

After saying that, his eye sockets gradually turned red.

"Van Van is pregnant, she can't stand the attack."

* Chapter 3

“What… did you say.”

I parted my lips, my throat felt like it was stuffed with a handful of cotton. Giang Tu Nien turned away, not daring to look at me.

“Just discovered three days ago, her health is weak, she really can't stand the blow.”

“I beg you, don't let her know about our relationship.”

It turns out that's it. No wonder she was so quick to break up with me, it turned out she wanted to give her a home. I leaned my back against the wall, my back pressed tightly against the cold tiles, all my strength seemed to have been drained by someone. Unconsciously, I reached out to touch my stomach. This place also had a baby. Three years ago, I held the two-line pregnancy test and stood in front of him, my hands shaking so much that I almost fell. He stared at the research documents on the table, without even raising his head:

"A Mien, you haven't graduated yet, how can you raise your child? You don't want your child to be born and suffer with us, right?"

I said I could do one more job, I could handle it. He frowned and shook his head: