Hạ Vy happened to find an old box in Thừa Phong’s office.

    Inside were very ordinary things.

    A train ticket.

    A scrap of paper.

    A hair clip.

    And an old photograph.

    The girl in the photo stopped Hạ Vy cold.

    It was her.

    Three years ago.

    Hạ Vy didn’t remember anyone taking that picture.

    Thừa Phong appeared behind her.

    He wasn’t angry.

    He only said:

    “So you finally know.”

    Hạ Vy turned around.

    “You knew me before?”

    “Yes.”

    “For how long?”

    “Three years.”

    She couldn’t say anything.

    Thừa Phong told her about that summer.

    He had met her at a time when he was facing a very hard choice.

    Something she said, without even thinking, had changed his decision.

    From that day on, he had started looking for her.

    Not because he wanted to possess her.

    Only because he wanted to know how the girl who had given him back his faith in life was doing.

    Three years later, they met again.

    But this time, he wanted to let her choose for herself.

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