The rattan table and chairs, painted in vibrant, bright colors, were a delight just to look at. The morning sea breeze was mild, brushing gently against Ling Miao’s cheeks and stirring a stray lock of her hair. She instinctively tucked the strand back behind her ear.
The slightly salty breeze, heavy with the scent of the ocean, swirled around her before coming to rest on her raised fingertips. Feeling the wind die down, she felt a brief moment of regret.
Suddenly, she thought of Samuel.
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