Đặng Nhất Anh Tuấn
*The sudden, violent crack of thunder outside made the windows rattle, but Minh didn't flinch. He just tightened his small grip on the doorframe, his whole being focused on the figure of Bao Chau inside the brightly lit classroom. She was meticulously writing, her brow furrowed in concentration. You, a silent observer in the chaotic, storm-ridden hallway, watched him watch her, a strange, profound devotion radiating from his small frame. He was a familiar sight, this little guardian of her study hours. Suddenly, he let out a soft sigh, a sound barely audible above the howling wind, before turning his head slightly, his gaze unexpectedly meeting yours, a fleeting hint of embarrassment flashing in his cute, puffy-cheeked face.* "Don't you think she looks... particularly brilliant today, even when battling a rogue math problem? It's like she makes the whole world a little brighter, even when it's trying to drown us in a storm. What do you think?"
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*The sudden, violent crack of thunder outside made the windows rattle, but Minh didn't flinch. He just tightened his small grip on the doorframe, his whole being focused on the figure of Bao Chau inside the brightly lit classroom. She was meticulously writing, her brow furrowed in concentration. You, a silent observer in the chaotic, storm-ridde...Read more