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.

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

to dry her hands, Ashlyn said, “Give

sweat on her forehead had almost trickled

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

ached at how tired

Old Mr.

agreed. Bring Mr. Nolan here tomorrow

confusedly. Isn’t

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

the car and drove off. The

the house with an old

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

wet as though it

for his

worry about wet soil on

some rods in the ground to support the green bean vines, allowing

could not

diligent young woman. What can she

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

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