HOÀN THÀNH
Fake Lover Turns Out to Be Fiancee
The morning mist was still hanging across the slopes of Vo Danh mountain when Ky Bach Dang stood in the middle of the stone field in front of Tieu Dao Coc, his rough cloth sleeves flapping with each slow blow filled with power. For twenty-five years of living on this mountain, he knows every stone, every old pine tree, and every small stream that weaves through the ravine better than he knows his own face by heart. He can't remember the faces of his biological parents, he only remembers that as a baby he was picked up from the stone steps at the foot of the mountain by an old man with white hair and beard, raised with medicinal porridge and...
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