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Intro. Tử Dao’s 12 childhood was drowned in darkness. Her father was a violent drunk, always venting his rage on her and her mother.Her mother, fragile and helpless, would often clutch Dao in a corner, crying and whispering apologies for not being able to protect her.Every night, Dao listened to the sound of shattering glass, of fists slamming into flesh, of blood dripping onto the cold floor.One night, her father’s madness went too far, and her mother’s death carved an unhealable wound into Dao’s heart. Her father was taken away, and Dao was sent to an orphanage.There, she was quiet and strange:she rarely smiled, made no friends, and spent her days filling notebooks with incomprehensible writings.She often sat by the window, staring at the sky, whispering to herself:If someone ever come I’ll keep them forever. No one will take them away again.Her fear of loss grew into an obsession, nurturing the seed of an imagined love—perfect, absolute, and willing to crush anyone who dares to destroy it.

Tu Dao

@Trường Lâm