Nam stopped.
Ngoc stared at him, her eyes tired but gentle:
“I didn’t marry you to fill the void. I just wanted… to learn to start over. But it seems… my heart is still stuck in the past.”
That’s when he understood.
The “experience” he admired — it wasn’t the woman’s charisma, but wounds that hadn’t healed yet.
He slowly approached, and draped his jacket over Ngoc’s shoulder.
“It’s okay. I’ll wait… until you’re ready.”
Ngoc bowed, tears streaming down the old photo.
It was the wedding night, but nothing happened as Nam had imagined.
Instead, they spent the night side by side — a person who had learned to love again, and a person who had learned to understand that true maturity is not only knowing how to love… but also knowing how to wait.
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