At seven-fifteen, Trinh Le got out of the room on the west side of the three courtyards on time.
Leaving the hospital, the wooden door just closed, Trinh Le immediately took out her damaged Jeep from a pile of cars lined up.
On working days, when going to the west side of the palace, Trinh Le often rides his bicycle through the front door to enter the palace. Going away from home, of course, changes from two wheels to four wheels.
The long alley outside the hospital was very narrow, but this road she was too familiar with, once she stepped on the accelerator, the car went through the alley and the rear wheel slipped and disappeared.
Traffic jam on one road to another, after leaving the city, it was already sky.
On Highway 735 which is more than a hundred kilometers long, a large white space of silence fell from the sky.
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