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.”

nonchalantly, “I know. I’m

streak, “A

gaze beside her, and with a half-smile, stood

“You should eat more.”

watched her leave, unaccustomed to

Serana slid into the seat across from him with her

“Want to eat a

empty bowl and accepted

vague, “Hmm. you know,

a bite of the roll, “She’s

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

said, I feel like it was because of

“It’s over now.”

not the most well-versed in comforting others, felt a twinge of guilt himself for having wronged

her style—she neither had the patience

on such meaningless things.

Serana shook her head softly, still uncertain, “Is

at her, “What else could there

head again, “I don’t know. I just feel like Yasmine was really angry back then. She’s usually

seen her explode like that. If it’s truly okay now, that would be

words stayed with Boyd, unsettling him. He couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong, but

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

made its way to the cafeteria, and there was another

time, there were a few

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

too.

sat beside her, his face contorted

disliked sweets. Yasmine was no

expression distant, not uttering a

“Happy Birthday.”

turned to

your actual birthday,

on

“I can’t give you anything fancy right now,

down whatever you wish for and put it in this jar.

come true

jar, momentarily lost

put wishes in on my

resigned, “Whenever you want, for anything

hugged the jar. “Well, I’d better think hard.

lift a finger for the

tone treading lightly, “You know,

marriage, right?”

and Boyd froze, then turned

unsure of what to say next. After a tense

that how it goes on TV? These promises from boys to girls, and they’re usually

the expectation of marriage.”

took on a pensive look, and

her. “You know, I didn’t really

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