She brushes her hair back, the ocean wind tugging at the silk scarf.
โStrange, isnโt it?โ she smiles.
โHow even the sea feels peaceful when the butterflies arrive.โ
ๆตท้ขจใซ้ซชใใใไธใใชใใใๅฝผๅฅณใฏๅฐใใ็ฌใใ
ใไธๆ่ญฐใญใ่ถใ่ใใจใๆตทใพใง้ใใซใชใใฎใใ