"Tea becomes coffee.
A peach becomes a rose.
She became a stranger, making him inaccessible."
In fact, time goes by too fast. Dang Bich Quyen would have been in England for more than ten years soon. She has grown into a twenty-two-year-old girl, beautiful and strong. No one has seen a picture of Dang Bich Quyen in the past, at least not like that.
The past has passed, but the wounds in the heart are still smouldering and indelible. Every night in her dreams, floating between beautiful visions are nightmares that make Quyen unable to keep her composure. Each look, each sentence pierced her heart like a fiery, sharp knife.
Quyen's company didn't have much work, but she could always complete it within the allotted time. Bich Quyen herself has always felt that if she could work wholeheartedly and not pay attention to other things, things would probably be a lot better.
