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.”

know. I’m

had his own stubborn streak, “A little extra effort might

at the lingering gaze beside her, and

“You should eat more.”

to hearing such things

long after Yasmine’s departure, Serana slid into the seat across from

“Want to

bowl and accepted

a vague, “Hmm. you know, Yasmine doesn’t

a bite of the roll, “She’s just got

ate in small bites, “Anyway, I’m kind of scared of her. I thought she ruined the lilies last

was said, I feel like it was because of me

“It’s over now.”

in comforting others, felt a

was not her style—she neither had the

on such meaningless things.

softly, still uncertain, “Is

her, “What else could

don’t know. I just feel like Yasmine was really

her explode like that.

He couldn’t put his finger on what was wrong,

month later, the

made its way to the cafeteria, and there

time, there were a

slice of exquisite cake. The cafeteria buzzed with chatter, and Ava

too.

her, his face contorted

sweets. Yasmine

distant,

“Happy Birthday.”

turned to

“Today’s your actual

on in

handed Yasmine a clear glass jar. “I can’t give you anything fancy right now, and probably won’t

put it in this jar. When I can stand on my own

come true without

jar, momentarily

I only put wishes in on my birthday, or

“Whenever you want, for anything you

jar. “Well, I’d better think hard. Mansions, sports cars… looks

a finger

chuckled nervously beside them, her tone treading lightly, “You know,

marriage, right?”

then turned to her in

of what to say next. After a

on TV? These promises from

the expectation of marriage.”

pensive look, and

snapped back to reality, but his gaze lingered on her. “You know, I didn’t really think too much into

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255