Strings of Heart: SIAN
Sisu, the poor soul inside was dying while looking at everyone through her peripheral vision, enjoying their food, it was a real torture for her.
As a ghost or a wandering soul, she always wanted to know the taste of the food prepared by humans, why some people would kill just to have meals from high-end restaurants.
And knowing that the Malcolm’s are a very classy family, of course, their meals would always be delicious.
After supper, Kane took Sian out for a walk.
His pace was not that fast nor too slow, enough for them to have an even pace and enjoy the nighttime scenery.
Sian lifted her head and gazed at the man’s broad back, subconsciously, a scene slipped through her mind, and vaguely
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