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.”

“I know. I’m not that

Boyd had his own stubborn streak, “A little extra

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

“You should eat more.”

her leave, unaccustomed to hearing such things from

slid into the seat across from him

roll, “Want to

bowl and

vague, “Hmm. you know,

a bite of the roll,

scared of her. I

like it was because of me that

“It’s over now.”

comforting others, felt

style—she neither had the patience nor the inclination to waste

on such meaningless things.

shook her head softly, still uncertain, “Is

“What else could there

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

explode like that. If it’s truly okay

stayed with Boyd, unsettling him. He couldn’t put his

Half a month later, the day

way to the cafeteria, and there was another unavoidable

Only this time, there were

received a slice of exquisite cake. The cafeteria

too.

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

sweets.

beside her, her expression distant, not

“Happy Birthday.”

and turned to Boyd.

your actual

looked on

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

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

come true without

jar,

put wishes in on my birthday, or

looked resigned, “Whenever you want, for anything

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

a finger for

her tone treading lightly, “You know,

marriage, right?”

turned to her

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

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

the expectation of marriage.”

took on a pensive look, and she turned to

on her. “You know, I didn’t really think too much into

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