When Manh Tuan went to the hospital. Tung Lam and Hoang are working with the police. He looked around, saw Bich Quyen sitting on a bench, and quickly came over.
Bich Quyen sat there, her face white and tired. She leaned her head against the wall, her cheeks still wet. Manh Tuan sat next to her, gently hugged Bich Quyen. His movements were so gentle that he was clutching a broken piece of porcelain. Over and over again, broken into pieces and then glued again.
It seems that, in the endless and dark space, Bich Quyen feels a ray of light. She put her head on Manh Tuan's shoulder, crying loudly. For Manh Tuan, this was the first time he saw her cry like that, like he'd cried for a lifetime.
"Uncle will be fine! It will be okay!"
Manh Tuan constantly patted Bich Quyen. He said it was okay, but in fact, he himself did not know if the two people lying inside the emergency room were okay or not. He wasn't sure.
