บท 556: Curled up in the rain_1

Frank Smith walked out, rounded a long corridor, reaching the edge of the steps, his gaze followed the officer's previously pointed direction.

He saw the woman named Sophia Jackson, who the officer said was looking for him.

Even when the officer reported to him, he had already guessed who it might be.

But it was still somewhat surprising to meet her again in South Vietnam.

It was almost a month since their last encounter on New Year's Eve. Frank didn't expect Sophia to come at this time, he was unclear what brought her to South Vietnam. He dismissed the officer with a wave of his hand and then descended the stairs.

With three steps left to descend, he stopped and looked down at her, asking, "Why are you back in South Vietnam?"

Sophia was wearing a black down jacket. The jacket was scuffed, her hair frayed. Overall, the color of her face didn't look good, even to the point of being terrible.