“Where are you going?”

I grasp Thuy’s wrist with the fastest speed I can reach. She stops, and I ask her in a hasty voice. Some dust from the polluted air drops into my mouth, and I cough uncontrollably.

Thuy looks back at me with a calm expression which can’t be any calmer, “I have other things to do now.”

I forget to cough as well.

It’s not until now do I realize that there is nothing called the most unexpected thing, because it’s just more and more things you can’t expect. According to the restrictions of normal inference, I do not know the way to reply to her as well, though this language is my mother tongue.

“What is it?” I ask her. My face might get some wounds after the accident, so it turns to be very painful when I open my mouth. Releasing her hand, I slightly rub my bruises while continuing my question, “What can be more important than your life? Do you know what ‘aliens’ means? You would be a roasted chicken if I didn’t pull you aside!”

When saying this, I don’t mean to emp