Marcus Quinn saw her open her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, tugged on his T-shirt, leaned in close, and whispered. The unique fragrance of the girl lingered at his nose, causing the man unconsciously to hold his breath, restraining himself from stepping back.
Irving Spencer, with keen ears, joyfully said, "If Miss Shen likes it, stay for a while. Though Anfield Village is a bit poor, it truly is a good place for rehabilitation, surrounded by lush mountains and fresh air."
Marcus Quinn saw the young girl eager to try and instinctively reached out, his large hand gripping her soft little hand tightly. His gaze held a firm yet subtle influence. She would never know the significance of her presence to him.
