C1157 Silent Love

The two of them strolled around the room for a while before leaving.

The most beautiful view of the beach house was not in the house, but on the beach not far away.

This sea was called the Holy Land of Journey.

Early in the morning, dusk shrouded the area. A hazy view of the sea, with high tide, was a wonderful sight.

The pale blue seawater was lifted into the air