Boyd’s expression was one of pure distaste. “I reckon Bryson isn’t strapped for cash to buy some scallions.”

“There’s something different about growing them yourself. Besides, they grow fast. I can harvest them at least

twice in a month.”

“I noticed the director has a pot on his office windowsill. You’re awfully young to have such quirky tastes.”

Yasmine ignored him.

Two hours later, they both wrapped up their tasks.

After that, Boyd, who was usually a ghost around the place, seemed to be popping up everywhere. He was often

spotted fiddling around in the garden.d2

Occasionally, Yasmine’s figure would appear at the opposite flower bed, but her appearances were few and far

between.

Boyd’s lilies received no care from Yasmine, not even a passing glance. Yet Boyd found himself watching those

scallions grow with an odd sense of unease.

After half a month, Yasmine snipped the scallions and took them to the cafeteria, which meant two whole days of

scallion cuisine on the menu.

Boyd wasn’t fond of them.

Watching Yasmine shovel them into her mouth, Boyd couldn’t mask his aversion. “I always thought you didn’t care

for strong flavors.”

Yasmine, poised and unhurried, continued to eat, “That’s just your assumption. Though you’re not wrong, I

generally don’t like intense flavors. But I find this quite nice. Nothing in this world is absolute, you know. Tastes,

habits—they can change. You never know when something will just change.”

At her words, Boyd reluctantly took another bite.

Yasmine offered a small smile, “If you don’t like it, that is totally fine. No point in forcing yourself.”

“Maybe I’ll come to like it if I get used to it.”

She gave him a fleeting look, her smile light, “Pointless.”

Boyd kept his eyes on her, “But it’s all for the sake of liking them.”

Silence fell between them.

“Those lilies need special care, especially since it’s not the ideal planting season.”

nodded nonchalantly, “I know. I’m not that

streak, “A little extra effort might do

the lingering gaze beside her, and with a half-smile,

“You should eat more.”

leave, unaccustomed to hearing such

Serana slid into the seat across

“Want to eat a bit

at his empty bowl and

on her vegetables and mumbled a vague, “Hmm. you

took a bite of the roll, “She’s just got

bites, “Anyway, I’m kind of scared of her. I

was said, I feel like it was because of me that she ended up so

“It’s over now.”

most well-versed in comforting others, felt a twinge of guilt

her style—she neither had

on such meaningless things.

Serana shook her head softly, still

her, “What else

feel

I’ve never seen her explode like that. If it’s truly

He couldn’t put his finger on

perceptiveness was spot-on. Half a month later, the day after Yasmine’s

of scallions made its way to the

lunch. Only this time, there were a few extra

meal, everyone received a slice of exquisite cake. The cafeteria buzzed with chatter, and Ava was

too.

while Boyd sat beside her, his face contorted as if he were

girls disliked sweets. Yasmine was no

her expression distant, not uttering a word to

“Happy Birthday.”

turned

“Today’s your

on in

“I can’t give you

this

come

held the empty jar, momentarily

I only put wishes in on my

“Whenever you want,

raised an eyebrow and hugged the jar. “Well, I’d better think hard.

a finger for the rest of

tone treading lightly, “You know,

marriage, right?”

Boyd froze, then turned to her in

looks of confusion, unsure of what to say next.

TV? These promises from boys to girls, and

the expectation of marriage.”

on a pensive look, and she

back to reality, but his gaze lingered on her. “You know,

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