“Her name is Tĩnh – silence itself? No. She was loud. Loud enough to stir up his life, to unravel the calm he once mastered. He tried to protect her, only to realize he was the one in need of saving. But what if fate is both the bond that ties and the line that divides love? He said: ‘If that bond is a boundary, then cut it. My love isn't something that can simply disappear. It doesn't need any strings— I am the only tie that matters.’”