Vũ took the mic, cleared his throat, and spoke: “Hưng, do you still remember me? Sorry, but I’m not Vũ—I’m Gia Trí. That day at the restaurant, I didn’t say those things to you on purpose. My boss told me to say them to see how you’d react. Please understand. I’m the only one who knows about it, and I’ll keep it secret. But Hoàng Tuấn only did it because he was too scared to face you directly—he was afraid you hadn’t forgiven him and wouldn’t accept him again. Though that slap really hurt; my face was swollen for three whole days!”
Gia Trí’s “boss” was Hoàng Tuấn. So _LnVu wasn’t Gia Trí at all—it was Hoàng Tuấn.
Moonlight on water…
MOONLIGHT ON WATER!
If _LnVu was the reflection of the moon, then flipping the username revealed the real owner.
_L flipped looks a lot like T.
n flipped is u.
V flipped is like an A missing a line.
u flipped is n again.
…
So _LnVu reversed is “TuAn”!
No wonder _LnVu always refused to meet me. When we talked on the B app, he must’ve used a voice changer so I wouldn’t recognize him.
Duy Long stepped forward next, took the mic, and said: “Uh, Hưng… first off, I’m sorry. I know you hate being deceived and hate being manipulated, but hear me out—after this, you can cut me off if you want.
The truth is… Hoàng Tuấn has always asked me to watch over you and take care of you.
Remember that ‘big sister’ who lent you 20 million during the pandemic? The one who gave money away so easily in hard times and never even asked for it back after everything reopened?
There was no big sister…
I told Hoàng Tuấn about your situation, and that money was all from him.”
I froze on the spot. So when I was at my lowest, Hoàng Tuấn had been the one helping me—in the quietest, most considerate way possible, so I never felt like I owed anyone anything.
“…And the day you crashed your bike in the street—I was out with friends, I had no idea.
Every single day you went to work, Hoàng Tuấn followed behind to keep an eye on you. The second you fell, he called an ambulance and got you to the hospital. When you woke up, he didn’t dare stay, so he left and asked me to look after you…”
So those arms that lifted me that day weren’t a dream or a doctor’s—they were Hoàng Tuấn’s.
“…And your current job—you already know the owner’s a friend of Hoàng Tuấn’s, right?
I don’t know enough people to just hand you a job right after the pandemic ended.”
The day I got that huge raise, I’d always wondered. No matter how good I was, getting a 5-million jump after barely a month was suspicious. Now I understood: part of the money I earned every month to pay off debt had come from Hoàng Tuấn too.
“…As for tonight’s party, there was never a fixed date or time because we had to see if you’d show up. He knew you wouldn’t, so he deliberately held it here to finally say everything. He was scared you’d leave, so he asked the owner to keep you here. He knows that once you promise something, you’ll follow through—even if staying meant listening to everything upstairs and feeling awful.
In the end, he’s the one who understands you best. That’s all from me. Anything else you want to know—ask Hoàng Tuấn yourself.”
The MC grabbed the mic back and said: “That speech earlier? Hoàng Tuấn read it loud on purpose so you’d hear it, Hưng. The ring exchange and kiss were Gia Trí and Khánh Minh. Same with the game.”
Khánh Minh finally spoke, voice gentle: “I’ve known Tuấn for years. We’re the same age, but out of respect I call him ‘brother.’ Since the day we met, I’ve never seen him date or love anyone else. I’m sorry if mentioning Ngọc Duy upset you. You know how gorgeous and clever Ngọc Duy is. But no matter how long he stayed around Hoàng Tuấn, trying everything, Tuấn never wavered.
From beginning to end, his heart has only ever been with you.
He always said, ‘I lost someone because of a stupid decision. If I can’t have him, I don’t want anyone else.’ I was always curious who could affect him so deeply. Turns out it wasn’t unrequited—he was waiting because you never truly let him go either.
I heard everything you said earlier, and it was crystal clear.
Even apart, through all the storms, meeting so many wonderful people… in the end, the other person is still irreplaceable.
If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”
Everything spun so fast I didn’t know which dimension I was in anymore.
But if this is a parallel world, please let me stay here forever…
Hoàng Tuấn dropped to one knee in front of me and spoke solemnly: “I’m sorry for what I said earlier, but knowing you, if I didn’t provoke you a little, you’d never say what you really feel. I also know that if you thought I was happy, you’d swallow the pain and let me have a perfect life.
But I need you to know—no life will ever be perfect for me without you.”
He pulled a ring box from his jacket and opened it: “I’ve kept this for so long—it’s been urging me every day to find its owner. I’m sorry it took me this long. I was terrified you’d leave again. But I finally realized I can’t be afraid anymore—because I have to protect you, care for you, love you, and worry about you for the rest of my life…
Hưng, will you come back to me?”
In his hand was the ring I’d returned to him the day I left. It still gleamed like new. Just looking at it, I knew how many times over the years he’d taken it out, polished it carefully, treasured it like the most precious thing in his life.
On his own hand, the matching ring still sat exactly where it had been placed years ago. How had I only noticed now…
All thirty-plus people held their breath, waiting for my answer. Hoàng Tuấn looked like a defendant awaiting verdict, and I was the judge.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and steadied myself after the chaos…
“No,” I said.
The whole crowd winced like they were about to cry. Hoàng Tuấn looked stunned for a second but forced himself to ask: “Can you give me a reason?”
I answered immediately: “This ring is unlucky. Can you get a new pair?”
No mic needed—the rooftop erupted. More than thirty people screamed, hugged, jumped around. Thế Sang yelled: “Somebody bring the wedding chapel up here!”
Khánh Minh turned to Gia Trí and sighed: “Their love story is beautiful, isn’t it?”
On our side, Hoàng Tuấn wrapped me in his arms instantly and gave me the kiss we’d both waited years for.
In that moment I realized the most wonderful thing in life is probably finding someone who never let go—and realizing you never let go either.
After all the storms, we held hands again. The road ahead won’t be all pink, but we’re not afraid.
Because now, we won’t face any storm alone.
After partying hard at the shop, everyone stayed chatting until late. Hoàng Tuấn and I were eventually “kicked out” by the owner.
He drove; I sat behind him, arms around his waist. It felt just like old times—riding through Saigon’s night streets together.
Only now, my hands weren’t shy anymore. No matter who saw, I wasn’t letting go.
He took me to his apartment—the one right next to mine. Turns out when I moved here, he’d moved in too, standing at his window every day watching me across the way.
I wanted to drop off my stuff at my place first, so he parked at the entrance. The security guard asked: “Oh, you two coming home together tonight? Where’s your bike, kid?”
Hoàng Tuấn laughed: “Hưng’s bike broke down—he took it for repairs. I’ll pick him up for work tomorrow.”
I hurried upstairs, smiling at their uncle-nephew banter.
Hoàng Tuấn’s bedroom had no loft—it felt more like a hotel suite. The air was filled with essential oil fragrance, the same scent I’d once told him made me feel at ease. The door barely closed before he pushed me onto the bed—no wasted movement.
We crashed into each other’s lips, kissing deeper and deeper, still not enough. Soft sounds filled the air with every breath; even when we ran out of oxygen, neither wanted to stop.
Finally, Hoàng Tuấn pulled back first—but only because he knew I was about to pass out.
I lay beneath him; he hovered above, both of us staring, smiling like idiots.
I still couldn’t believe this was real. We’d lost each other once, thought it was forever. Yet fate brought us back together.
True happiness isn’t seized—it’s earned through sincere love.
Hoàng Tuấn kept gazing at me; suddenly tears slipped silently from his eyes. He buried his face in my chest, voice choked: “You’re back… I finally waited long enough for you to come back!”
I held his head and choked up too: “Yeah… I’m back.”
So the man who’d always been strong through every storm had his own hidden fears after all.
He couldn’t hold back anymore, crying as he spoke: “I never meant to hide things from you before. I was just terrified you’d leave me. And in the end… it still happened.”
After a breath, he continued: “From now on, I won’t hide anything from you. Please don’t ever leave me again, okay?”
I lifted his face, kissed his forehead gently, and answered: “Back then it was my fault—I was too hasty. I didn’t understand that I had choices, but you didn’t. Now I have no reason to leave you, and in the future I’ll have even less.”
Hoàng Tuấn was strong for everyone else, weak only for me. That alone showed how much he loved me. And I wanted him to know he was just as important to me.
I sat him up, wiped his tears, and smiled: “I’ve been working all day—I’m gross. Any chance someone generous will help me shower?”
He took a deep breath, composure returning: “Leave it to me.”
The moment the words left his mouth, he scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom. The tub was huge—rivaling the hotel one from that time. While it filled, we stole a few more kisses.
Once the water was perfect, he stepped in first, then pulled me in with him. Only then did I really take in his perfect body. I couldn’t believe how much hotter he’d gotten over the years apart. No wonder I hadn’t recognized him when he posed as _LnVu on the app.
I teased: “Being away from me wasn’t so bad, huh? You just keep getting more handsome, and that body keeps leveling up. If I hadn’t come back, in another year you’d probably win Mr. Universe without even competing.”
He pinched my nose: “Actually, I only started hitting the gym hard recently. Someone watching me every day gave me endless motivation.”
He was talking about all those video calls where he’d put on shows for me. I was grinning—then suddenly remembered: the client who booked me when I almost became a callboy… that was Hoàng Tuấn too.
He noticed my expression change instantly. “What’s wrong? You okay?”
Quietly: “Back during the pandemic, there was a callboy in this area…”
He cut in: “He got his first client lined up, but canceled last minute, stood the guy up, and blocked the account. Right?”
He obviously knew it was me. I asked: “So if I’d actually shown up that day… what would you have done?”