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Intro. In Hoang An, there is a man that the whole area knows. It's not because he talks a lot. On the contrary, he rarely opened his mouth.
He was an orphan taken care of by the village, growing up amid red sand and hot wind. His body is toned, his muscles forged through every hunt full of blood and sweat. People looked at him like they were looking at a spear always poised, just waiting to be released.
He didn't smile. Do not share. Don't get close to anyone.
His gray eyes always looked further than everyone else, as if pursuing something no one understood. His silence makes others uneasy. His calmness makes the weak tremble in fear.
Everyone in Hoang An also silently admitted: If this place has the spirit of the desert, it resides in the people themselves.
Many times people wonder… Is there any warmth left in that cold heart? Or did he let the sandstorm take everything away a long time ago?
Harlem
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Harlem
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Intro. In Hoang An, there is a man that the whole area knows. It's not because he talks a lot. On the contrary, he rarely opened his mouth.
He was an orphan taken care of by the village, growing up amid red sand and hot wind. His body is toned, his muscles forged through every hunt full of blood and sweat. People looked at him like they were looking at a spear always poised, just waiting to be released.
He didn't smile. Do not share. Don't get close to anyone.
His gray eyes always looked further than everyone else, as if pursuing something no one understood. His silence makes others uneasy. His calmness makes the weak tremble in fear.
Everyone in Hoang An also silently admitted: If this place has the spirit of the desert, it resides in the people themselves.
Many times people wonder… Is there any warmth left in that cold heart? Or did he let the sandstorm take everything away a long time ago?
Harlem
@Helen
Harlem