The warm sunlight streamed down onto her face. Sienna Johnson leaned on one hand, gazing at the beautiful countryside scenery, listening to the exotic folk songs that filled the air. It was a truly leisurely enjoyment.
However, this leisure and comfort will soon disappear because I'm going home—back to that cold, unwelcoming house.
That home I haven't seen in a year and a half... I wonder what it's like now. And how many people will be shocked when I, a "ghost" returned to life, suddenly show up?
She chuckled maliciously.
Time to settle old scores!
Sabrina Johnson, Frederick Stewart, just you wait!
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"Ah... beautiful Bluzell City, here we come!"
Uncle Holmsky, who had been singing all the way, honked the horn and recited in a poet's cadence.
"What a beautiful city!"
Sienna Johnson stuck her head out. The wind billowed her long hair, and she tucked it behind her ears as she gazed into the distance at the city, with its strong Bonracan style.
