Reborn Through Fire (Kisa and Gilbert) novel Chapter 1616

Chapter 1616

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."

"Hehe, thank you, ma'am.My mom says you're the most beautiful woman in the world."

Mia could not help but smile and gave her another hundred.

"Such a sweet talker.""

Watching the delighted girl run off, Mia finally approached the man.

The lifelike painting of the snow-covered rose garden at night in his hand portrayed a solemn beauty with snow hanging from the tree trunk.

Mia looked outside.

From this angle, she could see the woman beneath the arching bridge.

She asked the man, "We've searched for two years and finally found her.Why don't you go see her?"

Jensen's body tensed.

It had been two years.

During these years, he had often had the same nightmare.

In his dreams, he pushed Kisa, causing the death of the child in her womb.

The bloodied child stood before him, crying that he was a bad person, a demon.