Chapter 12 — The Day I Saved 400,000 Yuan

His hands were still shaking.

"Love Love..."

I received the divorce certificate. Don't look at him.

"Tran Hao."

That was the last time I called his name.

"I do know."

"Why did I bring this bill with me today?"

I turned over the back of the bill. There was a line of very small handwriting.

"For the person I love most in this life, Tham Nhuoc Dao."

That handwriting. It's from Tran Hao. Filled with love.

"I just want you to remember."

I looked straight into his eyes. Say every word.

"You fell for a woman who only loved your money."

"But giving up someone who loved you with all his life."

"You will regret it."

"Not today."

"That's tomorrow."

"But there will definitely be a day."

"You have to pay the price for every choice you make."

I turned around and left. Don't turn around. No attachment. No regrets. The sky outside is very blue. The sunlight is very beautiful. I clutched the divorce book tightly in my hand. Then smile. From today. I am no longer anyone's wife. I'm just myself. And my life. Just really starting. After divorce. My life is ten thousand times better than I ever imagined. I used the 200,000 yuan my mother-in-law left behind. Plus a portion of your own savings. Rented a small space right near my apartment complex. Open a breakfast restaurant. The shop is not big. But very cozy. I painted the walls light yellow. Hang up your favorite pictures. Woke up at five o'clock in the morning. Make dumplings. Cook soy milk. Half past six. Open on time. Watching guests eat breakfast that they made with their own hands. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. I just really felt it. My life. It seems like it's just begun. My breakfast restaurant is doing very well. Clean ingredients. Delicious taste. Soon there were many regular customers. Every day is busy. But extremely meaningful. I still feel peaceful and happy inside. Half a year later. One day. A familiar figure appeared in front of the shop. It's Tran Hao. Compared to the previous meeting. He's skinnier. He was wearing an old, faded suit. Messy hair. His eyes were dark and he lost all charisma. He stood in front of the door. Quietly watching me busy in the shop. In the eyes are extremely complex emotions. And even a little longing. I'm packing soy milk for customers. See him. I just glanced at it. Then withdrew his gaze. It's like looking at a stranger. He hesitated for a long time. Finally went in. He stopped. Change the way you address yourself.

"Boss Wen."

"The restaurant... is really crowded."

I replied once. Don't raise your head.

"What do you want to eat?"

He was stunned. Perhaps I didn't expect me to be so calm. He rubbed his hands. So confused that I don't know where to put it.

"I didn't come for breakfast."

"I just happened to pass by."

"I want to come in and take a look at you."

"Are you living well?"

"I live very well."

Only then did I raise my head. Look at him. Smile sincerely.

"The best times ever."

"Without you."

"There are no troubles from my house."

"I feel like even the air is fresher."

My smile. Like a knife. Stabbed straight into his heart. There was clear pain on that face.

"Love Love..."

"I know I was wrong."

"I regret it."

"Actually regret it."

"We..."

"Maybe..."

"Impossible."

I decisively interrupted.

"Mr. Tran."

"My shop is very busy."

"If you don't eat breakfast."

"Please don't affect my business."

I pointed to the door.

"Go slowly."

"No sending off."

Tran Hao's face was sometimes red, sometimes white. He didn't say another word. Just bow your head. Quietly turn around. Leave the shop. Under the sun. That back was stretched very far. Just lonely. Also laughable. I watched until he disappeared around the corner. There are no more ripples in my heart. No more hate. No more resentment. For me. He is just someone who belongs to the past. A past that has completely closed. A young man who often goes to the breakfast restaurant walked over. Carry a bowl of noodles in your hand.

"Who was that person just now?"

"The look he gives you is very strange."

Gently shook his head.

"Just a lost guest."

I wipe my hands clean. Step out in front of the shop. The sunlight is just beautiful. Falling on you is so warm. The flow of people on the street goes back and forth non-stop. Everywhere is the breath of life. My new life. It's only just begun. I will live for myself. Live brilliantly. Live truly freely. Live into the look you love the most. Sunlight has also shone into my life.