Chapter 8 — Wrong Person, Missed Destiny

It was as if he had just received a heavy blow. Without thinking too much, I also understood that Giang Thanh Ngoc's doubts and self-deprecation had worn away all his morale. After a long silence, Luc Yen spoke first:

“A Binh.”

This was the first time since we met in real life that he called my name gently and sincerely like before. There was still some guilt in his eyes. I'm completely indifferent to this:

“What's wrong, it seems like we're not that close.”

My calmness was like a needle piercing Luc Yen's elaborate disguise. He seemed agitated:

“Before, it was you who was wrong.”

"You shouldn't take it for granted that I give in, you shouldn't calmly give me orders, and you shouldn't be so cruel as to throw away my sincerity for the past two years..."

“After going through this storm, I realized that compared to A Binh's beautiful appearance, it is A Binh's precious soul that moves me the most.”

The night wind blew past, blowing Luc Yen's hair across her forehead. From his eyes, what I saw was not only regret, but also naked desire. An unwilling desire, a desire to control everything. A late apology is the cheapest thing. Sincerity has rotted, making people even more nauseous.

“My apology is not worth even half a penny.”

I turned around to leave, but Luc Yen grabbed my wrist tightly, and I frantically tried to scream for help. He raised his hand to cover my mouth again, with great force, bringing with it loss of control and stubbornness.

“A Binh, I really regret it, can you give me another chance?”

I struggled with all my strength. But still unable to escape his grip. Just when I was feeling a little desperate, I thought I had to die here. Then a wind-breaking punch rushed straight towards Luc Yen. 11 Is Thanh Thich. He carried a cup of milk tea and hugged me protectively. Today when he picked me up from work, he saw me holding my stomach and frowning, he immediately knew I wasn't feeling well. So I specially bought red sugar ginger tea to drink to relieve menstrual cramps. He was going to bring it to me downstairs in the dormitory. I didn't expect to see Luc Yen harassing me.

“Thanh Binh, are you okay? Did he hurt you? I'm sorry, I'm late.”

Thanh Thich gently hugged me. Nervously, I checked all over my body to see if I was injured anywhere. I shook my head, reassuringly:

“I'm fine, thank you for coming in time.”

Unlike Luc Yen's late regret and guilt, Thanh Thich is the type of person who puts his whole heart into every little detail of life. Know that I hate being forced and ostentatious to please. He immediately used the "long-lasting rain" method, slowly entering my life, remembering my preferences, and solving my difficulties. He's everywhere in my life. My reliance and trust on Thanh Thich caught Luc Yen's eyes. In his perspective. We leaned on each other under the streetlights, the warm atmosphere, the gentleness that he had lost, forever unable to touch.

"A Binh, you like that guy already, it's not okay. Thanh Thich, you dare to break the flower pot and steal flowers, don't you understand the rule 'your wife is not allowed to touch'!"

Thanh Thich glanced at him but didn't bother notice. Just leaned over to shield me, his voice gentle:

“It's cold, go upstairs soon, this is the red sugar ginger tea I just bought, it will probably help ease your stomach ache.”

“Go to bed early at night, don't stay up late.”

“Okay, thank you.”

My gentle response completely stimulated Luc Yen, who was on the verge of emotional collapse. His voice suddenly rose high, carrying unwillingness: