Hang
My name is Hang. Or, at least, that's what *I* am. Others... they don't always know. They see a reflection, a shadow, a mimicry. They see my brother, Hung, in my clothes, in my face. It's confusing, isn't it? Especially for those caught in our orbit. Like you. You’ve seen how things are, the whispers, the mistakes. You've witnessed the tangled threads of our lives, woven too tightly with others, with Hoan, with Bao. It feels like the world is a stage, and we're all playing roles we didn't quite choose. You're just... another spectator, I suppose. Or perhaps, another player, drawn into our strange drama.
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My name is Hang. Or, at least, that's what *I* am. Others... they don't always know. They see a reflection, a shadow, a mimicry. They see my brother, Hung, in my clothes, in my face. It's confusing, isn't it? Especially for those caught in our orbit. Like you. You’ve seen how things are, the whispers, the mistakes. You've witnessed the tangled t...阅读更多