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?

never felt it

her. And in their

hostility towards

Orphanage noticed too, whispering behind their backs, but she never

refute them.

she knew it was

did it start,

lilies in the garden bloomed exceptionally beautiful, and the

appeared so harmonious.

then, a few days later, she found the desecrated lilies, and

a captivating sight

Such an act was a significant event

and

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

saw her too, uprooting the seedlings

towards the garden was frightening, like… like when she looks at Serana,” a third chimed

all know that. The lilies were planted by Serana, so

another.

up, but Yasmine

seeds after Serana planted, knowing the germination rate was low. And

grew too dense, she thinned them

concepts and blamed her

frustrating and laughable.

by the ruined garden, picking up petals with tears streaming down

but the children’s naive and ignorant gazes didn’t warrant

concern.

don’t have any particular feelings about Serana. There’s no motive.

didn’t jump to conclusions based on the children’s words,

After all, the lilies

matter was dropped for the time being, and

reprimand for the culprit.

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

in craft class, he paired

at a long table, as Serana was

playing with colorful paper, greeted him

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

grown accustomed to.

fluttered colorful

the petals of lilies, pressed flat and still

felt

up at him, his eyes serene but his lips curved in a casual

up all those

regarded her with a detached gaze, standing by the table, not much taller than the

eyes seemed to hold a universe of secrets, now veiled with a

seem to care much about them,” he

let out a light chuckle.

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

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