she allowed her hair to be blown up by the wind, and her skirt to roll up the sand, which then fell on her legs.
She felt extremely free, as if she could fly in the wind at any time.
the satisfaction and happiness in her heart made her feel like a cup full of those things, overflowing with satisfaction.
"Yanyan, Yingluo, come here."
"Momo, over here!"
"Anan, what are you thinking about?"
She shouted at the figure behind her. Each time, it was a different syllable, a different form of address, and a different name. however, she could not see the person's face clearly.
she walked into the sea, and the seawater wet her skirt.
She smiled and slowly turned her head back.
Just as she was about to see the man's face, she suddenly woke up with a start, just like before.