“You see, this is just how bad of a person I am. Isn’t it really awful to trample on your sincerity like that? So, do you

still need to apologize to me?”

Serana bit her lip, defiance etched across her face, but tears betrayed her, streaming down her cheeks. “I didn’t

mean to,” she whimpered.

“Yeah, I know. So you don’t have to beat yourself up over it,” Yasmine retorted, her voice was cold as steel, yet

somehow, it sounded almost like comfort.

But how could Yasmine offer comfort? That was simply impossible.

Yasmine hooked the corner of her lip up in a smirk, stepped back, and glanced at the crushed petals on the ground,

letting out a soft, mocking chuckle. “Still, you really should think about it. Sometimes, your guilt trips, they’re

nothing but a hassle for everyone else.”

In response to her words, Serana, amidst the sadness and grievance, felt more perplexed than anything else.d2

Yasmine’s impatience flickered across her eyes. Talking to Serana was like talking to a brick wall.

Boyd stepped closer, “Before you go around playing the blame game, maybe you should take a good, hard look at

yourself. People are scared of you, and avoid you. When something goes wrong, you’re the first suspect. Ever

wondered why?”

Yasmine’s gaze lifted from the trampled remnants to Boyd’s face, her eyes twinkling with mirth but not a trace of

warmth.

“Why indeed? Maybe because I fancy myself a lone wolf, too proud to see any flaws in myself,” She said, the smile

on her lips growing more pronounced. “And yeah, everyone’s afraid of me, they push me away, and when trouble

strikes, I’m the scapegoat. Sounds to me like it’s all my fault.”

Her words left Boyd realizing he’d misspoken. He pursed his lips, ready to try again.

“I’m just saying, it wouldn’t hurt to be aware of this stuff sooner rather than later. I’m worried if you keep this up—”

“Oh? And how long has this ‘condition’ of mine been around? If I needed a wake-up call, what were you doing

before? Why wait until today, when I’ve made your darling cry to enlighten me?”

She glanced at Serana with a cold sneer inside, “So, I guess I should be thanking Miss Serana here, huh? Without

her stepping into the line of fire, I wouldn’t have had the pleasure of your heartfelt concern and advice.”

As Yasmine stepped toward Serana, Boyd blocked her path. Yasmine paused, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze.

age, but he had

said, “Yasmine, you’re too

old enough to

struggling for calm. “Can’t you stop being so

but Serana is not like

Yasmine interrupted, her

clear on some

“Yasmine.”

possibly do to your precious? You think I

limits.”

“I would never

watched him quietly for a moment, “Who knows? Maybe

want to kill me.”

deep breath, dispassionately broke the gaze,

grab

have the twisted pleasure of coming back just

stood next to Boyd,

moment, Yasmine

to kill me after all.” With those words, Yasmine headed for the

door.

and Bryson, standing at the entrance, waited respectfully

to snap back

to mention, today is Yasmine’s last day here at

with a family of her

member

teachers, no one else had

figure passing through the doorway with Bryson following, his

exuding deference.

“Yasmine’s leaving?”

director just said. And the way she’s acting, it looks

right? Was she waiting for us to

about it. We wouldn’t have had

though. No more walking on eggshells

more delicious

she decide to leave because she’s upset, or

“Uh. Not sure.”

Yasmine, clutching at her backpack. “Yasmine,

both of us if

lip quivered. “You’re just going to leave like that? You always said Boyd was

To leave under these

her backpack away without looking back. “I think he’ll be relieved.

kindness, and more importantly, no one to

for Yasmine as she watched her retreating figure. From start

She liked the inexplicable, cool, and elegant aura that Yasmine

about Yasmine, or

that kind of

what seemed like an eternity before

car door, watching as

rage—or perhaps some other emotion—that he

before.

seatbelt and

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