Chapter 2 — Three Years Waiting for a Call

The person outside the door is still trying the password. I didn't have time to feel heartbroken. I trembled and opened one of those videos, turning the volume to the highest level. A rough male voice quickly rang out on the phone. "Who is it? What are you doing in the middle of the night?" It was quiet outside the door for a moment. As soon as I breathed a sigh of relief, I heard one of the men laugh. "Is that fake?" "This voice is like in the short video." The next second, the sound of the lock breaking was even louder. I was so scared that my whole body was shaking, wanting to scream for help, but I could only force out slightly broken sounds from my throat. I backed away and called the police. The operator said someone would arrive within ten minutes and told me to protect myself well. The people outside the door are still breaking the lock. My legs were so soft that I could barely stand. I could only drag my body and hide in the bedroom, locking the door. But the bedroom door is too thin. So thin that I could clearly hear the sound of the large door outside about to be pried open. When the lock was completely locked, it made a strange noise, and a police siren suddenly rang out in the hallway. The others immediately panicked. Someone cursed once, then quickly ran away. I was still huddled in the corner of the bedroom, my whole body shaking non-stop. When the police knocked on the door, I leaned against the edge of the bed and wanted to stand up. But my legs are too soft. As soon as I took a step, I fell heavily and sat back on the ground. Tears blurred his face. After confirming it was safe outside, the police repeatedly told me to quickly call my family home. I nodded, my whole body felt cold. At this moment, the tablet at the bedside suddenly lit up a bit. It was a message Tri Nghien sent to Lam Van Dao: "I don't know if she found out I could talk." "Recently she's been checking on me." "Just now she said a stranger was opening the door, asking me to send a recording." "This kind of lie can be said, it's funny." Lam Van Dao quickly replied: "Or you should just stop coming for now." "Anyway, An Ninh has just been discharged from the hospital, go back to her." Tri Nghien silence for a few minutes. Then he sent a recording, his voice a bit tired. "But I'm very tired, I just want to see you quickly." "And Tieu Ninh, tomorrow is our third anniversary of marriage." "At that time, I will tell her that I can talk." "It's also considered giving her a surprise." Surprise? I stared at those words, my whole heart felt like ashes. Tri Nghien. We won't be celebrating three years anymore. I slowly stood up, went into the bedroom, and pulled out the suitcase that I had packed a long time ago. Flight tickets were booked during the day. Departure time is less than three hours away. I placed the divorce agreement on the dining table, then dragged my suitcase out of the house. On the phone, Tri Nghien finally sent a text message. "Are you asleep?" "I'm home a little late, I have something good to tell you." I didn't answer. Just turn off the phone. When the plane took off, the horizon brightened a little towards dusk. I sat next to the window, feeling suddenly empty inside. From now on, Tri Nghien won't need to hate me anymore. All my shares, all my favorites, including my clumsy little loves. I won't tell him anymore. When the plane landed, it was already morning. I opened my phone, calls and messages were pouring out one after another, all sent by Tri Nghien. 5 "An Ninh?" "Where have you gone?" "Why aren't you at home?" "I bought you breakfast, small wontons from the restaurant you like." I looked at those words and suddenly felt very sarcastic. The boarding announcement rang out at the airport, and the person next to him pulled his suitcase and hurried past. I stood in the middle of the crowd, my throat still sore. But inside, my heart is very light. It's like finally retiring from a solo play

The silent performance lasted for three years. There's no need to guess what his stance means anymore. There is no need to translate his silence into love anymore. No need to face a face that never responds, trying to make yourself look bustling anymore. I turned my phone to silent mode and followed the flow of people toward the exit. At the same time, Tri Nghien returned home. As soon as the door opened, the house was unusually quiet. In his hand he carried breakfast. It's the small wonton that I used to like the most. In the past, I would always lie down next to the table, separating my chopsticks and telling him: "Tri Nghien, today the owner of this restaurant gave me an extra spoon of chili oil." "She said that every time I come here, I smile happily." "Try it, it's really delicious." At that time, Tri Nghien always bowed her head to eat. Didn't nod, didn't respond. I can talk to myself for a long time. Now the dining table is empty. Tri Nghien stood at the mysterious entrance and suddenly felt an incomprehensible emptiness in her chest. He put breakfast on the table, raised his eyes and immediately saw the divorce agreement. My name has been signed. The handwriting is very solid. So solid that it seems like it was thought out a long time ago. Tri Nghien's face suddenly turned pale. He almost immediately picked up the phone to call me. "The subscriber you just dialed is temporarily unavailable."