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 not

own stubborn streak, “A little extra effort might do

gaze beside

“You should eat more.”

to hearing such things from

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

to eat

his empty bowl and accepted the bread. “Who are you

her vegetables and mumbled a vague, “Hmm. you know, Yasmine doesn’t like me

roll, “She’s just got a foul

kind of scared of her. I

I feel like it was because of me that she

“It’s over now.”

in comforting others, felt a twinge of

for Yasmine, holding grudges was not her style—she neither

on such meaningless things.

head softly, still

her, “What else could

I just feel like Yasmine was really angry back then. She’s

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

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

a month later, the day after Yasmine’s birthday, everything

second batch of scallions made its way to the cafeteria,

this time, there were a

everyone received a slice of exquisite cake.

too.

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

girls disliked sweets. Yasmine was no

sat beside her, her expression distant, not uttering a

“Happy Birthday.”

and turned

“Today’s your actual

looked on in

“I can’t give you

So, write down whatever you wish for and put it in this jar. When I

all come true without

the empty jar, momentarily lost in

in on my birthday, or

you

“Well, I’d better think hard. Mansions, sports

to lift a finger for the rest of my

tone treading lightly, “You

marriage, right?”

then turned to her in

their identical looks of confusion, unsure of what to say next. After a tense moment,

TV? These promises

the expectation of marriage.”

face took on a pensive look, and she

but his gaze lingered on her. “You

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