In a small town in the South, a gentle breeze caressed the cheeks of passersby, creating a pleasant and serene atmosphere.

This town, known for its tourism, was adorned with flowers even in its narrow alleys.

The surrounding houses were all quaint inns, exuding a poetic and picturesque charm.

Beneath an arching bridge, Kisa set up an easel to display and sell her paintings.

She had always loved painting since childhood.

Although she had not achieved great success in this field, her vivid and evocative paintings were very popular with tourists.

She would sell most of her paintings every day.

On weekends, Blake would join her at the stall, but today was Wednesday, and she was alone.

After arranging her paintings, she had barely sat down when people began to gather around.

Some admired her art, while others immediately offered to buy.

Her paintings were reasonably priced, which attracted many customers.

"Miss, I'd like that painting of the snow-covered rose garden at night."

"alright, $180."

She wrapped the painting and handed it to the young girl.

After the girl paid and left with the painting, she did not realize that it was handed over to a tall, handsome man.

"Here, $100 for your errand.Use it to buy some food."

ma'am.My mom says you're the

but smile and gave her another

"Such a sweet talker.""

the delighted girl run off,

his hand

Mia looked outside.

could see the

asked the man, "We've searched for two years

Jensen's body tensed.

been

years, he had

causing the death of

that

often wake

that if he

in front of him, he no longer had the

fingers

the arching bridge, a tall

around them

were only the two of them, inseparable and inseverable.He suddenly smiled—a

how could I bear to disturb it? Besides, the

moment, and as

wanted to meld her into his

and said, "You horrible woman, you were so hard to

blue sky, not

meet this man again in her lifetime,

moment, it felt

and solid embrace felt so familiar and

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