บท 10: New school

In the enchanting embrace of a world bathed in silver moonlight, Chan Juan's childhood unfolded like a delicate tapestry of joy and laughter. From the tender age of seven, she pirouetted through life, mirroring the whimsical dance of butterflies that adorned her days. She twirled and skipped, her arms outstretched, as if inviting the wind to join her.

Nature cradled Chan Juan's spirit, and the gentle rustle of leaves and the harmonious symphony of insects became her companions. Fishing, a poetic communion with shimmering waters, unveiled the aquatic secrets that whispered beneath the surface of her existence. She sat on the edge of the lake, holding a fishing rod with eager anticipation. Her eyes followed the ripples in the water, waiting for a sign of life.