Chapter 13 — There Are People You Can Only Meet Once In Your Life

Pho Han Xuyen was speechless. I opened the room door. Before stepping out. Still looking back at him one last time.

“Pho Han Xuyen.”

“This life…”

"We consider ourselves to have paid off each other's debts."

“If there really is an afterlife…”

“Let's not meet again.”

I left the hospital room. The hallway is very long. The white light was blinding. I step by step... Step by step move forward. Never looked back. In that hospital room... A choked sob rang out. Painful like the sound of a wounded wild animal. I didn't care anymore. Three years later. My personal jewelry exhibition officially opened at the City Art Center. The media calls me...

"Mysterious genius designer from the East."

They commented on my works...

"Brings the beauty of brokenness."

"But at the same time it also contains the power of rebirth."

First day of opening. Visitors were crowded. I stood silently in a corner of the exhibition. Look at the people stopping in front of each work. Each piece of jewelry has a unique name. 《Stairway》 《The Sun Has Not Been Born》 《Monologue of the Substitute》 You will naturally understand. The assistant ran over.

“There is a gentleman who wants to see you.”

“He said…”

“Your old friend.”

I frowned slightly.

“What's the name?”

“He didn't say.”

“Just give me this business card.”

She gave me a jet black business card. There is only one name on it, pressed in gold foil. Deputy Han Xuyen. My fingers trembled slightly. It's been three years. During those three years... I intentionally cut off all news from Bac Thanh. I don't know what the Vice Group is like now. It is unknown how many years Tham Thanh Vi was sentenced to. I don't even know... how Pho Han Xuyen lives.

“Where is he?”

“In the VIP lounge.”

I took a deep breath. Then walk towards it. Push the door open. Pho Han Xuyen is standing in front of the window. Turn your back to me. He wore a simple gray dinner jacket. The back remains straight. But the hair... Has turned a lot gray. Heard the sound of the door opening. He slowly turned around. Has left countless traces on that face. Wrinkles at the corners of the eyes. Gray hair on both temples. And also the eyes. His eyes were once as sharp as an eagle. Now all that remains is deep, bottomless fatigue. His voice was hoarse.

"Long time no see."

I still stood in place. Don't take another step.

“How did you find this place?”

“Each of your exhibitions…”

“You all come.”

He smiled softly. A bitter smile.

“New York.”

“This time…”

“I finally met you.”

“Is there anything wrong?”

He walked in front of me. Take out a small box from your shirt pocket. Inside... Is the wedding ring that year.

“This ring…”

“I still keep it.”

“The inscription inside…”

“I asked someone to grind it.”

“It's very clean now.”

“Like…”

“Those curses never existed.”

I asked calmly.

“So…”

Pho Han Xuyen slowly knelt down on one knee. I was stunned.

“I know…”

“It's too late to say anything now.”

“I know I am guilty and deserve to die.”

“I don't deserve your forgiveness.”

He lifted the ring. My hands were shaking so much that I could barely hold them.

“The past three years…”

“Every single day…”

“You all live in regret.”

“I regret pushing you.”

“I regret what I said.”

“Regret because it was too late to accept it out..."

“The person I love…”

“It was never Tham Thanh Vi.”

“It's you.”

“Lam Van…”

“The person I love…”

“It's just that I was too stupid that year.”

“To the point of not being able to distinguish between attachment and love.”

“I thought the feeling of torment for Tham Thanh Vi was love.”

“I thought wanting to keep you by my side was just a habit.”

“Until you disappeared.”

“Until I realized…”

“There will be no one left in this world.”

“No one cooks hangover soup for me every time I get drunk.”

“No one quietly covers me with a blanket every time I fall asleep on overtime.”

“No one clumsily makes a whole table of bad food just to celebrate my birthday…”

“I was wrong.”

“I don't dare ask you for forgiveness.”

“I just ask you…”

“Give me a chance.”

“For the rest of my life…”

“Make it up to you.”