Chapter 39

• The sky, painted with vermillion color, hinted with a lavender stroke mirrored my eyes. Holding my man’s hand, I felt like I was living someone’s life.
• I could see the people stabbing the tent on the sand beside the beach, enjoying the evening with the music played by sea instruments. With the framework music of seagulls and the thudded waves, what more could a heart expect to get peace?
• I was standing on the sand where the waves tried to gather my focus. I always loved the sea, giant yet so calm.