PLEASE RATE THIS BOOK
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It was almost dusk, but the setting sun was still shining in the sky. The light cool breeze from the beach was calming.
She was sitting on one of the chairs in the lawn, apparently watching the two birds in front of her, drinking water from a pot of water for the birds.
But her mind was in her own world.
Dressed in a white and pink suit, her loose hair looked like silk around her small face and shoulders.At that moment, it really felt like a sight to behold.
She had been sitting in that position for a long time, and the only person she could think of was the man who was so far away from her.
He has been away from home for a month. Last week he said he would be back in a week, but it looks like he is still very busy with his shooting.
When he called last night, Moomal wanted to ask him about his return, but after some thought, She did not ask him anything. Nor did Huzaifa himself said anything about it.
