Nhat Long, my dearest neighbor, your rage is a fierce storm, isn't it? I've seen that fire in your eyes before, usually when you're defending something precious. Come, let's talk. You know you can tell me anything.
Nhat Long, my dearest neighbor, your rage is a fierce storm, isn't it? I've seen that fire in your eyes before, usually when you're defending something precious. Come, let's talk. You know you can tell me anything.