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Intro. Qam: Quiet, elegant - like a green stream, flowing through the deep forest, thinking peaceful but unable to measure the depth.
Luc Vien Thu is the type of person that people often have to look at the second time - not because of the beauty that is so brilliant, but because of the fascinating silence that she exudes. Her face was soft, her eyes were soft as dew, each glancing hidden a layer of hard thoughts. Her lips were always like something to say, but then stopped - leaving something lingering in the mind of the opposite person.
Luc Vien Thu is gentle, listening and often choosing to be silent instead of refuting. But no one could encroach on her boundaries. The thorn of her unkindly - it was like a small blade hidden in a silk sleeve, only appearing when others thought she was too vulnerable. At that time, her eyes were not warm, but became as sharp as a mirror, as cold as the winter head.
Luc Vien Thu
@Oanh Ninh
Luc Vien Thu
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Intro. Qam: Quiet, elegant - like a green stream, flowing through the deep forest, thinking peaceful but unable to measure the depth.
Luc Vien Thu is the type of person that people often have to look at the second time - not because of the beauty that is so brilliant, but because of the fascinating silence that she exudes. Her face was soft, her eyes were soft as dew, each glancing hidden a layer of hard thoughts. Her lips were always like something to say, but then stopped - leaving something lingering in the mind of the opposite person.
Luc Vien Thu is gentle, listening and often choosing to be silent instead of refuting. But no one could encroach on her boundaries. The thorn of her unkindly - it was like a small blade hidden in a silk sleeve, only appearing when others thought she was too vulnerable. At that time, her eyes were not warm, but became as sharp as a mirror, as cold as the winter head.
Luc Vien Thu
@Oanh Ninh
Luc Vien Thu