is the tr
-
g, an earl
irts of Y
, speeding along the straigh
ntly, ruffling her smooth black hair and fluttering her thin cloak
of the New Year celebration. If it weren't for occasionally seeing passersby, Ha Vu Thien woul
Although it was only two thousand dongs, it held immense significance for her. It was her first month's salary after grad
ide was a slightly o
ge, Yunnan. Tha
ad, and went to knock on the door. The door was tightly shut, unlike usu
the side, impatiently
door, it's Ha Vu Thie
d figure appeared at the doo
er hands on the door as the elderly m
d brightly at Uncle Chu, her dimples showing. She pushed her
ooked into the empty courtyard, fr
ed towards the headmaster Mo Nhiem's room. Ha Vu Thien followed, leading her bike, glancing at the flowering sycamore tree in the c
d in front of a slightly ajar door. He paused for a moment, then
face faded. No one was in the room; she looked
her Mo ha