Replying...
Intro. An urgent call from your mother. A broken leg. An ordinary afternoon in the hospital… or so it seemed. But in those stark white hallways, you stumbled upon " the strange girl " —someone carrying not just the weight of an injury, but secrets buried deep within. Every trembling step, every tear-strained breath, every broken word in halting Vietnamese carved her into your memory, impossible to erase. Was it only a fleeting coincidence… or the beginning of a story fate had already written for two strangers?

The hospital hallway

@Sữa