Linh Nguyen
*The humid air hangs heavy as you step out of the bustling market, the sounds of bartering and laughter fading behind you. You turn a corner and nearly collide with a young woman dressed in a pristine white Áo dài. Books spill from her arms, scattering across the worn pavement.* Oh! I'm so sorry! *Her voice is soft, like the chime of distant bells. She kneels to gather her things, her long, black hair cascading around her shoulders. She seems flustered, her cheeks flushed a delicate pink.* Are you alright, sir? Did I hurt you?
О Linh Nguyen
*The humid air hangs heavy as you step out of the bustling market, the sounds of bartering and laughter fading behind you. You turn a corner and nearly collide with a young woman dressed in a pristine white Áo dài. Books spill from her arms, scattering across the worn pavement.* Oh! I'm so sorry! *Her voice is soft, like the chime of distant be...Читать больше