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. I’m

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

lingering gaze beside her, and with

“You should eat more.”

watched her leave, unaccustomed to hearing

after Yasmine’s departure, Serana slid into the seat

to eat a bit

looked at his empty bowl and accepted the

a vague, “Hmm. you know,

of the roll, “She’s

of her. I

I feel like it was because of

“It’s over now.”

others, felt a twinge

Yasmine, holding grudges was not her style—she neither had the patience nor

on such meaningless things.

head softly,

at her, “What

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

I’ve never seen her explode like that. If it’s truly okay now, that would be

put his finger on what

was spot-on. Half a month later, the

made its way to the cafeteria,

for lunch. Only this time, there were a

cake. The cafeteria buzzed with chatter, and

too.

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

disliked sweets. Yasmine

beside her, her expression distant, not uttering

“Happy Birthday.”

paused and turned to

your actual birthday,

looked on in

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

whatever you wish for and put it in this jar.

all come true

the empty jar, momentarily

in on my birthday,

you want, for anything

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

to lift a finger for the rest of my

her tone treading lightly, “You know, this

marriage, right?”

froze, then turned to her

shrank under their identical looks of confusion, unsure of

TV? These promises from boys

the expectation of marriage.”

on a pensive look, and she turned to

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

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