Seeing her, Miranda broke into a smile. "Of course."

Miranda's gaze shifted past the girl standing in front of her, landing on Wendy who was accompanying her.

From a distance, Wendy waved cheerfully, clearly understanding that Sunny

wanted to have a private chat, so she stayed back.

Miranda and Sunny found a nearby park to sit in, where kids occasionally dashed around, some even running up just to get a better look at them.

"Wow, you're so pretty," they would say, before scurrying off, bashfully.

"I don't think I've ever told you my story," Sunny began softly. "I did write about it once, but that was more about their story than mine."

Miranda was there to listen. She knew Sunny had a strong need to talk, to unburden herself. As for why she specifically sought out Miranda – perhaps it was because Miranda had helped her achieve her own form of justice.

moment I first saw you after waking up, I knew you were someone

was clear in her eyes as she looked at Miranda. Seeing Sunny

had always been curious about Dorian's feelings for

wouldn't have imprisoned and tormented Arabella because of Sunny. While Miranda had a role in all this, she knew the real trigger for

be so deeply

mentioned Sunny in front of Dorian, which was why she asked

a doctor, Miranda could easily diagnose physical ailments, but she was just as adept at recognizing psychological

person suffering from any illness emitted a different kind of energy, a distinct mental state that set them apart from the rest. And with Dorian, she noticed

at the mere mention of

was the only man I ever liked back then. But if I had another chance, I wouldn't choose him again," Sunny continued, her voice firm and her eyes filled with disdain. "He and Arabella, they deserve to

that, Miranda quietly listened

-Sunny's Story Line-

Sunny. In my memories, the only person in our house was

of me,

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