Chapter 5 — The Future Without Thanh Mai

The person who had always treated the Quy family as politely as him turned cold for the first time. "Fortunately, An An promptly discovered and changed her wish to return." "Otherwise, how will you compensate her for her efforts over the years?!" "Starting today, your An An and Quy Trach no longer have any relationship!" Being brought into the car by my father, I leaned exhaustedly on the backseat. It seemed that the fake calm and strong appearance completely collapsed in an instant, and the emotional tension was pushed to the limit. Finally, I couldn't control myself anymore and burst into tears.7 Quy Trach was woken up by a slap from Quy's father. As soon as the private room door closed, Quy's father's hand came down aggressively. His knuckles grazed his cheek, burning like a fire. "You bastard!" Quy's father was so angry that his whole body trembled. "Do you know how much Uncle Tham has helped our family? Do you know that you almost ruined An An's future?!" Quy's mother stood next to her, wiping her tears, chokingly said: "Ah Trach, I always thought you were a sensible child." "How could you do such a thing?" "Phan Nhat Oanh." Who is that? Why did you lie to An An?" Quy Trach said nothing. He tilted his head, the tip of his tongue pushed into the cheek that had been beaten until it was numb. In my mind, there was only the last look Tham An looked at me. Calm, cold, like looking at a stranger. That look hurt him more than the slap. Quy's parents were extremely disappointed, without saying another word to him, and helped each other leave. The room door closed again. The room was eerily quiet. The phone suddenly vibrated. It's Phan Nhat Oanh. He stared at the screen for a long time before receiving the call. Phan Nhat Oanh's voice on the other end carried a cry. "A Trach, what's going on? I looked up the admission results. I failed, I didn't pass the Central Academy of Fine Arts!" "Didn't you estimate for me, saying there was no problem?" What happened?!" "I didn't register any aspirations other than the Central Academy of Fine Arts, this year I won't have a school. A Trach, please help me quickly!” “Phan Nhat Oanh.” Quy Trach lowered his voice, almost gritted his teeth and asked: “I ask you, have you ever met Tham An?” Phan Nhat Oanh paused, then felt a little guilty but also somewhat proud, saying in a low voice: “Just... just met by chance. I just said a few random words." "What did you say?" Quy Trach's voice was as cold as ice. "I just said..." Phan Nhat Oanh faltered: "Say that you listened to me very much and changed her wishes for me." "What's the matter, A Trach? I already agree with you! You once said you wanted to live in the same city as me!” “I didn't say anything wrong. I just reminded her not to cling to you with such shame!" "Shut up!" Quy Trach suddenly roared. It turned out that it was true. It turned out that she had known for a long time. While he was still making up lies, Phan Nhat Oanh tore up the truth with his own hands and stuffed it in front of her. So when she asked him if he had to go, what was she thinking in her heart? It turned out that she had already given him a chance. What were he doing at that time? He hurriedly ran to attend the appointment. completely put Tham An at the back of his mind. "Let's not contact anymore." He said. "What do you say?" Phan Nhat Oanh's voice suddenly became harsh: "Qui Trach, what do you mean?!" "It's the meaning in the words." "Is it because of Tham An?" Phan Nhat Oanh laughed coldly: "Did she find you? What did she say to you?” “Qui Trach, are you stupid? With her background, she was destined to stand on high and look down at you all your life!” “It doesn't matter how excellent you are? Your father will forever be her father's subordinate. All my life I have to look at the faces of the Tham family!” The more she spoke, the more disdainful her tone became. “Moreover, you have been with her for so many years, you don't

bored?" "Didn't you say I was gentler than her, more thoughtful than her?" "That's enough." Quy Trach coldly interrupted her, only feeling his temples twitch. He didn't expect that he would make Phan Nhat Oanh have so many illusions. His voice was firm: "The matter between us has nothing to do with her." "It has nothing to do with it? Ha!" Phan Nhat Oanh seemed to have just heard something extremely funny. "Qui Trach, stop fooling yourself. In the past few months we've been together, have you forgotten the words you said to me, the things we used to do together? stabbed into his heart. "Those words... don't count." Quy Trach said with difficulty: "You and I are over." "Don't look for me anymore." Without waiting for Phan Nhat Oanh to say more, he hung up and directly blocked her. The world was finally quiet, but his heart seemed to have a hole, the cold wind kept blowing inside.