She always remembered An Le's frail appearance when she saw him for the first time. His face was delicate but sickly pale. He was obviously one year older than her, but he was not taller than her when he stood together. His thin body seemed like he would fall over if the wind blew. He looked at her timidly, leaning against her father and not daring to get close. She thought, if they hadn't handed him over to her in the first place, then she and he wouldn't have had so many entanglements and ties until both of them were covered in bruises...