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

irk her. And in their routine, she’d find

even hostility towards

Orphanage noticed too,

refute them.

she knew it

it

when the lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the two

appeared so harmonious.

days later, she found the desecrated lilies,

a captivating sight at Angel’s Haven Orphanage. Now,

shredded, and stems snapped. Such an

and

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

the seedlings with that trowel,”

frightening, like… like when she looks at Serana,”

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

another.

piled up,

after Serana planted, knowing the

too dense, she thinned them

understand these simple gardening concepts and blamed her out of

frustrating and laughable.

the ruined garden, picking up

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

concern.

have any particular feelings about Serana. There’s no

the orphanage didn’t jump to conclusions

lilies thrived mainly because of

the time being, and the

reprimand for the culprit.

the scene of the “crime,”

afternoon, during a rare appearance in craft class, he paired up with Yasmine, who

as Serana was already working with someone

colorful paper, greeted him casually. “Rare

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

grown accustomed to.

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

in the petals of lilies, pressed flat

felt

his lips curved in a casual smile.

up all those flower

by the table, not much taller than the piece

to hold a universe of secrets,

to care much about them,”

light chuckle. “And what, pray tell, should I feel

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

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