Morwenna suddenly felt homesick.

As a child, there were times when she didn't even have bread to eat. Once famished, she fainted, only to be found by villagers who occasionally brought her food, saying it was leftovers unwanted, to spare her pride.

Morwenna was always grateful and understood the kindness behind their actions.

She bowed to Mrs. White. "Thank you, Mrs. White."

With a smile, she carried the still-flapping fish home. Mrs. White was indeed a good soul.

Life was simple and satisfying.

Stuart's mood darkened by the day.

He had been ignoring Morwenna for several days.

He couldn't believe Morwenna had no hidden agendas.

He had thought she would seek him out when she came to Windcharm Villas.

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July 7th, Ms. Winslet spent the day gutting fish at the market. The vendor was rude and scolded her fifteen times, and she had bread for lunch and dinner. On July 8th, Ms. Winslet fell off a bike, got yelled at twenty times, and

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was she

at a fish shop, enduring scolding and bullying day after day. Who was she trying

knew what Stuart was thinking, she'd want to

too busy to remember his existence,

indifferently, "Smash that

bowed. "Yes,

coming to Morwenna's rescue. He just wouldn't stand for anyone messing with his stuff, not

moment, Morwenna was at the

the wholesale market to stock

watching over

men in black approached, and without a word, they began to wreak havoc,

slapping their tails against the

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