Beyond the Divorce

As I stepped into the greenhouse, the sunlight filling the room made me feel a long-lost warmth. The flowers and plants were indeed well cared for. At this season, the orchids exuded a delicate and elegant fragrance throughout the room.

Surprisingly, butterflies were flying around in the greenhouse, which was a wonderful sight I could hardly imagine.

I couldn't wait to go in. My mind was only focused on the pond full of water lilies, without stopping to appreciate the other flowers and plants.

Sure enough, I could see the little pond, but sadly, not a single water lily could be seen-all that was swimming in it was koi fish!

I stood by the pond in a daze, and Atlas hugged me from behind, "What's wrong?"

I turned my head, pointed to the pond, and said to Atlas, "There used to be water lilies planted here! They looked beautiful when they bloomed!"

Atlas looked a bit bewildered. He asked in surprise, "Do you remember?"

I shook my head and said softly, "No, it's just from my dream! My mother showed me her brooch here, and the blooming water lilies in the pond looked exactly like the flower on the brooch. It was so vivid!" "Don't worry, there will be more in the future!" Atlas comforted me.

My emotions were overwhelmed by another wave of disappointment. It seemed that this place was no longer the same as it used to be.

the

go back and start over? A sense of sadness overwhelmed me, and my

us that neither of us had heard before. I looked at the person behind

old man walked over from behind us. He looked quite tiny, with a wrinkly face and snowy white hair, as he stared out at us. A

he slowly released his hold on

heard Atlas's question, he immediately smiled with a hint of sorrow,

trembled as he approached, reaching out

but the old man promptly withdrew his dirt-covered hands and said, "Oh! Dirty!" Without hesitation, Atlas reached out again and held the old man's

seeing you?" He choked up,

locked onto the hunched back

"Where have you been all these years? Why didn't you come back? You've made this old servant wait so long in agony!" With reddish-tinged eyes, Atlas turned to face him and said, "Uncle Kenny...

me! The old man quickly wiped away his tears with his sleeve and grabbed Atlas's hand, but

reached out and pulled me over, "Uncle Kenny, look, this is Stella, my

man heard it was Stella, he immediately widened his eyes. He leaned toward me,