Chapter 6 — That Tich Is No Longer Waiting For You

“I thought this matter could be controlled, I thought I could handle it very quickly.” I answered him: “Pity is not a passport.” His side was silent for more than ten minutes. Sent another sentence: "I know." But I know it's too late. He remembered many things he had not thought clearly about before. After Tong Thi Am returned home, I no longer actively mentioned wedding photos, no longer urged him to see the wedding house, and rarely posted him on my personal page. At that time he thought I understood. Now I know, I'm giving him a chance. I sent him a screenshot of the wedding photography cancellation. "I'll pay the cost, no need to pay it back." He immediately called. I don't listen. In the afternoon, Co Lam went to look for Tong Thi Am. This time, he didn't coax her, but put the divorce application on the table. "Sign." Tong Thi Am looked at the paper, his eyes slowly turning red: "If I really died that day in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau, would you still blame me?" Co Lam was silent for a long time. Then he said: "I will save you, but I will not use Khuong Di Tran to save you anymore." Tong Thi Am's tears immediately fell. "So you finally see that I was wrong?" Co Lam said: "You were wrong too." She laughed, a very ugly laugh: "Of course you're wrong. Your mistake is that you clearly don't want to let go of Khuong Di Tran, and yet you still give me hope." Co Lam looked at her: "Why did the post block my ex-lover?" Tong Thi Am did not speak. He continued to ask: "Why was That Tich's appointment booked a week ago?" Tong Thi Am's hand trembled a bit. She finally broke down: "Because I'm not willing!" "He's married, his bride has a good family background, all his friends say I lost." "I know I can't win against him anymore, so I want to know if I can still win against Khuong Di Tran once." Co Lam's face turned pale. Tong Thi Am cried and said: "That post was not for my ex-lover to see. I blocked him a long time ago." "I want Khuong Di Tran to see, want to let her know, as long as you cry, I will still come." "I want to know if you pushed her back for me or not." She raised her head to look at him: "You pushed her." Co Lam said nothing. At this moment, he finally understood that his so-called saving was to help Tong Thi Am stab at me with a knife. But the da.a.o was given by him himself. At dusk, he came downstairs to my house. In his hand he held the ring. The store did not accept returns, because the ring had engravings inside. G&Y That Tich. He stood downstairs sending a text message. "I want to see you once." Originally I didn't want to go down. But my mother said: “It's good to speak clearly.” When I went downstairs, Co Lam's eyes were filled with blood. He gave me the ring: "I can't return it." I took a look at the text inside. Once upon a time when I saw this line, I would feel that That Tich was the best day between us. Now it just feels ironic. I don't accept it. "It's engraved wrongly." I said, "Now we should engrave your name and hers." Co Lam's hand shook. The ring almost slipped from his palm. 10 When Co Lam heard that sentence, her eyes immediately turned red. He tightened his grip on the ring, as if squeezing for the last chance to explain. "I didn't touch her, nor did I ever think of actually marrying her." I looked at him: "But you really registered your marriage." He opened his mouth, all words choked. I continued to say: "Co Lam, I have always felt that as long as the feelings are true, other things can be explained." "But have you ever thought that what I want is not your explanation, but at an important moment, don't push me away." His voice was very hoarse: "I will wait for the consideration time to end." "Wait until I get the divorce papers, I will

Follow me from the beginning. It's okay if you don't give me a chance, I'll always wait." I asked: "If I register to marry someone else today, divorce thirty days later and then come back to find you, do you still need it?" Co Lam was silent. The answer lies in his silence. I said: "See, I don't need it either." He quickly opened his mouth: "That's not the same." "Where's the difference?" He couldn't answer. Because he knows it's the same. It's just that when it's his turn to be hurt, he finds it unacceptable. I turned around to leave, he reached out to pull me, then stopped before touching my sleeve. He said in a low voice: "Di Tran, I'm just one step slow." I turned my head to look at him: "Not one step, just once for three years." He stood in place, his face graying little by little. Thirty days later, Co Lam came every day. Sometimes it's breakfast, sometimes it's hot milk, sometimes it's the breakfast dish I once casually said I wanted to eat. He no longer forced me to go downstairs, nor did he send a long explanation. He only sent one sentence. "I left it in the security room." I have never received it once. Then the security guard shyly asked me: "Girl, how do you handle those things?" I said: “Give it back.” Co Lam also no longer let Co's mother come to advise me.