Though they had seen much of life’s harsh realities, the children at the local orphanage couldn’t fathom the depths

of darkness that might dwell in the heart of a seven-year-old girl who had just lost her parents.

Serana kept to herself, a solitary figure in the corner, quiet and well-behaved in class, and equally so during recess,

watching the others play with an expressionless demeanor, like a still pond devoid of life.

Perhaps they sensed a kindred spirit in her, or maybe it was pity, or a thick slather of curiosity, but from that point

on, Boyd had someone else woven into the tapestry of his childhood.

From then until now, Serana had become a thread running through the narrative of his life.

In their daily interactions, Serana was the picture of innocence, speaking in gentle whispers, looking at people with

sincerity and care. Even as the years passed and she grew, she never changed – tender and fragile, yet brave and

stubborn.

Outwardly, she seemed as delicate as a glass figurine, always needing protection, yet she fiercely tried to prove her

strength, insisting she didn’t need anyone’s care and could even protect others.d2

Such a girl was irresistibly endearing – tender and attentive, pure and kind, brave, stubborn, and resilient.

Like her long, dark hair, the number of people drawn to her grew day by day. And it was true what they said – girls

should have long hair.

Yasmine was beautiful but frosty by nature. Others kept their distance. From start to finish, Boyd was her only

constant, and she never felt lonely. At least, not until she suddenly realized what loneliness was and found that

certain things had become inevitable.

Boyd’s time was no longer solely dedicated to her as he began to learn deeper subjects beyond the basic

curriculum.

Companion? She had never considered Boyd’s presence as companionship before.

But when did it start? It wasn’t when Boyd’s time began to scatter, leaving more for Serana.

Was it from the moments they shared meals together, or those occasional breaks when they sat beside the flower

beds?

Or when they planted a lily bulb together, one digging a hole, the other tenderly placing the bulb inside?

felt

Serana began to irk her. And in their routine,

hostility

at Angel’s Haven Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but she never

refute them.

she knew it

it

was when the lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the two silhouettes sitting

appeared so harmonious.

found the desecrated lilies, and

a captivating sight at Angel’s Haven

stems snapped. Such an act was a significant event in the

orphanage, and the investigation

after planting, I saw her by

her too, uprooting the seedlings with that

her gaze towards the garden was frightening, like… like when she looks

We all know that. The lilies were planted by Serana, so it must’ve been her,”

another.

up,

planted, knowing the germination

them out so

and blamed her out

frustrating and laughable.

garden, picking up petals with tears streaming

the children’s naive

concern.

feelings about Serana. There’s no motive. It wasn’t

of the orphanage didn’t jump to conclusions based on

all, the lilies thrived mainly because of Yasmine’s

and the investigation

reprimand for the culprit.

hadn’t visited the scene of the “crime,” seemed indifferent to the whole

class, he paired up with

Serana was already working

playing with colorful paper, greeted him casually. “Rare sight,” she

set down the heavy finance books he’d been carrying – a surprising choice

grown accustomed to.

shook the books, and out fluttered colorful petals. One book after

of lilies, pressed

felt inexplicably

curved

up all those

gaze, standing by the table, not much taller than the

eyes seemed to hold a universe of

don’t seem to care

at the petals and let out a light chuckle. “And what, pray tell, should I feel

long moment. “Indeed, Serana picked them up. She cried over

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