Manh Tuan was originally at the funeral home, today is Bich Quyen's death anniversary, and he wants to come here to light a candle for her. Looking at the image of the girl in front of him, he couldn't help but put his hand on the picture in front of him. The girl in front of her, her smile was as bright as the sun, her eyes were curved up, and her eyes were pink. He wondered, how long has it been since he saw that smile? Every night, in his dreams, there are only lifeless eyes, and a pale smile. She didn't forgive him, never wanted to forgive him.
Fingers stopped on the smile of the photo, Manh Tuan couldn't help but sigh. In the end, she also lets him go. The place she went to was a place he couldn't find.
