Diệu Hân

The door creaked open, and there she stood—her figure silhouetted against the warm light of the late afternoon. Mom had returned, her hair tousled by the wind, her eyes brimming …

Mom suddenly returned! What will she do when she knows Han has suffered so much pain and danger? Read More

  Han stood at the edge of the dimly lit path, the distant silhouette of her mother fading into the misty horizon. It wasn’t an easy choice, leaving the warmth …

Han decided to leave her mother and return to the old house, but the danger was far from over. Read More