The wind is gentle, the sun is warm.
The calm sea is like a piece of azure amber, embedded on the ground, with waves of white foam resembling a flock of lambs running on the grass, curling up onto that golden beach.
The sand is fine and soft, stepping on it feels like stepping on a piece of cotton, with the warmth from the sun permeating the skin, making one feel comfortable enough to lie down and roll around, and take a nap.
In the nearby coconut grove, occasionally a coconut falls with a thud due to the sea breeze.
Everything was supposed to be so beautiful, but then disrupted by hurried running footsteps.
A man in a black suit rushed out from a seaside villa, ran onto the beach, heading straight for the row of umbrellas not far away.
Under these umbrellas, there was a beach chair, on one of them lay a plump middle-aged woman.
She wore a conservative light gray swimsuit and a pair of sunglasses, resting with closed eyes.
