Spencer saw a beautiful young lady pulling weeds in a vegetable patch, incredibly focused on her task at hand.

The sun had climbed to its peak by then, its unforgiving heat causing a sheen of sweat to appear on Ashlyn’s forehead.

Suddenly, Ashlyn’s hand shot out before her.

Spencer noticed she had a fat, green caterpillar pinched between her fingers.

Then, she promptly threw the caterpillar on the ground and stepped on it.

The bug just died.

Ashlyn continued weeding afterward, and Spencer could not help but take a video of her with his phone.

Half an hour passed before Ashlyn finally stood up.

She called out to Ian, who was inside the house. “I’m leaving, Old Mr. Leno! See you tomorrow.”

After dusting the dirt off her hands, she washed her hands using a faucet in the yard before heading for the gate.

then that she noticed Spencer standing outside. He hesitated before saying, “Ms.

to dry her hands, Ashlyn

her forehead had almost trickled to her

car, Spencer hurriedly opened the door and grabbed some tissues for

heart ached at

did Old

Ashlyn said, “He agreed. Bring Mr.

confusedly. Isn’t

have something else to do tomorrow.” Ashlyn dried the sweat on her forehead and tossed the soiled tissues into

The Leno residence fell into silence once

out of the house with an

the vegetable patch, filled with doubt. Soon enough, he saw the plastic green trash bin in his yard piled with

vegetable patch was wet as though

perfect amount of moisture for his vegetables without turning the

soil on his shoes

rods in the ground to support the green bean vines,

could not help but

a diligent young woman. What can she not achieve

began to feel curious about the friend Ashlyn had mentioned. What kind of friend must he or she be for

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