She couldn't help but raise her hand and dance with the butterflies. It was as if she had returned to her younger days when she was dancing wholeheartedly on stage.
Although it was almost dusk, the sun on the Blue Coast was still shining brightly.
In the sea of purple flowers, a light pink figure was surrounded by a group of fluttering butterflies.
Occasionally, there would be a gentle breeze with the fragrance of flowers. A group of butterflies would be blown sideways before circling around Princess Matilda again and dancing with her.
Dance?
The word suddenly jumped into Princess Matilda's mind.
No, that was not an ordinary word.
It was still a name.
Only then did she completely understand.
Why would that young and beautiful woman use a word that sounded completely unrelated to the theme of perfume as her name?
Because this was something no one could imagine or even imagine.
