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.

streak, “A

bite, glanced at the lingering gaze beside her, and with a half-smile, stood up with her

“You should eat more.”

watched her leave, unaccustomed to hearing such

the seat

to eat a

his empty bowl and accepted the bread.

vague, “Hmm. you know,

took a bite of the roll, “She’s

of

was because of

“It’s over now.”

comforting others, felt

not her style—she neither had the patience nor the inclination to

on such meaningless things.

head softly, still uncertain, “Is

looked at her, “What

shook her head again, “I don’t know. I just feel like

never seen her explode like that. If it’s truly okay now, that

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

later, the day after Yasmine’s

way to the cafeteria,

for lunch. Only this time, there were a

the meal, everyone received a slice of exquisite cake.

too.

Boyd sat beside her, his face

disliked sweets.

her expression distant, not uttering a word to

“Happy Birthday.”

and turned

chuckled, “Today’s your

looked on in

can’t give you anything fancy right now, and probably won’t for

whatever you wish for and put it in this jar.

all come true without

the empty jar, momentarily lost

I only put wishes in on my birthday,

“Whenever you

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

a finger for the rest

nervously beside them, her tone treading lightly, “You know, this kind of talk usually

marriage, right?”

then turned

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

the courage, “Isn’t that how it goes on TV? These promises from boys to girls, and

the expectation of marriage.”

face took on a pensive look, and she turned to Boyd,

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

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