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 it

her. And in their routine, she’d find herself unintentionally showing

even hostility

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

refute them.

knew it was

did it

garden bloomed

appeared so harmonious.

days later, she found the desecrated lilies, and realized something

garden’s vibrant lilies had been a captivating sight at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Now, they

stems snapped. Such an

orphanage, and the investigation

days after planting, I saw her by the garden, holding a trowel and

uprooting the seedlings with that trowel,”

like when she looks at Serana,” a third chimed

The lilies were planted by Serana, so it must’ve been

another.

piled up,

added extra seeds after Serana planted,

too dense, she thinned them out so the others

didn’t understand these simple gardening concepts and blamed

frustrating and laughable.

ruined garden, picking

drew even more displeasure at Yasmine, but the children’s naive

concern.

about Serana. There’s no motive. It wasn’t me,”

conclusions based on the children’s words, agreeing with

lilies thrived

being, and the investigation continued quietly,

reprimand for the culprit.

the scene of the “crime,” seemed indifferent to the

during a rare appearance in craft class, he paired

long table, as Serana was already

paper, greeted him casually. “Rare sight,”

finance books he’d been carrying – a surprising choice for someone his age

grown accustomed to.

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

table covered in the petals of

heart felt

his eyes serene but his lips curved in a casual

up all those

detached gaze, standing by the table,

universe of secrets, now

don’t seem to care much about

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

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

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