I Will Remember You Every Time I Breathe.

Among soft spells of waves kissing the shore in the new morning, Sipang’s ebony hair was fluttering along with the breeze. The girl sat still on the beach with charred remains of the Plumeria House as her background. There was nothing left but dark smoke emitting from the ashes.

Sipang’s tears flowed down her cheeks when thinking of Athip and her love story…

Athip was the man she loved…and the man who had died in her hands!