Go to Bed with Little Uncle

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Late spring, an early morning.

The outskirts of Yunnan city.

Ha Vu Thien rode her bicycle, speeding along the straight asphalt road in the suburbs.

Looking up, the sky was clear, with only a light breeze blowing gently, ruffling her smooth black hair and fluttering her thin cloak. She wore a neat sports outfit that accentuated her slender figure.

Today was truly a happy day. Looking around, everything was filled with the lively atmosphere of the New Year celebration. If it weren't for occasionally seeing passersby, Ha Vu Thien would have wanted to sing out loud, even dance boldly in the middle of the road to express her joy.

Once again, she reached into her pocket. Feeling the thickness and firmness of her wallet, a smile appeared on her lips. Although it was only two thousand dongs, it held immense significance for her. It was her first month's salary after graduating from university, the result of her hard work and effort. Although the amount wasn't much, she felt immensely proud.

Halfway up the hillside was a slightly old two-story building.

Kim Boi Orphanage, Yunnan. That was her home.

Ha Vu Thien jumped off the bike, panting, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and went to knock on the door. The door was tightly shut, unlike usual. Every Sunday, a familiar figure would stand at the door to greet her.

She parked her bike to the side, impatiently knocking on the door.

"Uncle Chu, open the door, it's Ha Vu Thien," she called loudly.

After a long while, a hunched figure appeared at the door. "Thien Thien, you're back?"

"Yes, I'm back," Ha Vu Thien placed her hands on the door as the elderly man's trembling hands finally opened it.

"Uncle Chu, I bought some fruits for you," Ha Vu Thien smiled brightly at Uncle Chu, her dimples showing. She pushed her bike inside, taking out some fruits to give to the old man.

"Is Mother Mo here?" Ha Vu Thien looked into the empty courtyard, frowning. Why was it so quiet today?

"Yes, let me take you to her." Uncle Chu lowered his head without answering directly, placing the fruits at the door, and then turned towards the headmaster Mo Nhiem's room. Ha Vu Thien followed, leading her bike, glancing at the flowering sycamore tree in the courtyard, the light purple blossoms glistening under the sunlight through the glass windows. But the familiar figure did not appear.

As Ha Vu Thien was growing increasingly puzzled, Uncle Chu stopped in front of a slightly ajar door. He paused for a moment, then pushed it open. Ha Vu Thien stepped into the room, glancing around.

"Mother Mo, I'm back..." The bright smile on her face faded. No one was in the room; she looked at Uncle Chu, who had his head lowered silently.

"Your Mother Mo hasn't been