Giant butterflies hovering a few consecutive laps, fluttered a few, a very pleasant scent emitted particles with tiny gold sparkles, butterfly flapping faster forming a dusty tornado bearing gold flying straight at the old Tham Vong standing, on the old couch on the rear side of Ignorance. Afterward, butterflies that fly about the place of Thai adjectives, crouched smaller size of a hand and disappeared in his hair. Thai Tinh Tu smiled told you the Prophet:
đang được dịch, vui lòng đợi..
