Her Fated Mate
Lyrai was making flower arrangements, smiling: "Look, I'm alive and well."
Sarah took a peach, rinsed it clean at the sink, cut it into square pieces, then took a toothpick box from the table, shaking out two toothpicks.
Carrying the peaches, she sat down next to Lyra, speared a piece of peach with a toothpick, and brought it to her lips.
"It should be quite sweet."
Lyra naturally opened her mouth and took a bite of the peach, nodding her head: "Mm, very sweet."
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