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Chapter 17

Evening Breeze Tales
Before winter, Wilma and I went to an island down south to look for white camellias.

Mom had noted down in her catalog that the white camellia was acquired from a botanist who lived there, but we still had to travel between several towns and villages to finally find the old plant nursery.

The owner showed me letters she exchanged with Mom, pointing at the part where Mom asked if white camellias would survive in foreign soil. Towards the end, she said that if I ever came back to New Zulu, she w
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  • Her Rose Bloomed Elsewhere   Chapter 22

    A year later, my studio held an anniversary exhibition.In the rebuilt greenhouse were Mom's flower catalogs, miniatures of my work, and the concepts planned for the new year.Even the broken camellia plant was blooming, its new branches spreading diagonally while the snapped edges remained out in the open, never concealed.The gardener said it would look different, but would still gain a new tree crown.I brushed my fingers over the snapped edge, feeling for the first time that it wasn't all that scary. There were just three little flowers so far, but that delighted me more than any other flower.Mom's old friend was almost crying in front of it. "She would definitely be proud of you if she was still here with us."I looked up at the sun through the glass roof, replying quietly, "She will see it."Wilma was busy mingling with guests after the exhibition was over.When a journalist asked when our wedding was, she turned to me, asking permission instead of announcing it right aw

  • Her Rose Bloomed Elsewhere   Chapter 21

    Six months later, Wilma proposed to me.The studio happened to be the busiest at the time, and she stayed to clean up the specimens all over my desk after checking through the last batch of materials with me.When everyone else left, she presented me with a simple cardboard box.There was neither pomp nor circumstance. The ring was simply offered during a working day, after working hours.She smiled. "You can take your time to consider. It won't affect the meeting tomorrow even if you say no."I laughed in amusement and held out my hand. "In that case, let's make sure the meeting goes well tomorrow."She paused for a second, and slid the ring through my finger.-After word spread, Ann visited Areston again, with Max asking beforehand if I wanted to turn her away.I glanced at the ring on my finger, and decided to agree to see her; not out of sentiment, but it was only right to clear the air when a relationship had run its course.Ann invited me to the beach cafe we often wen

  • Her Rose Bloomed Elsewhere   Chapter 20

    On the third day of her hospitalization, I brought soup to visit Wilma.She was sitting up and answering emails, but she shut her laptop when she saw me come in. "The doctor told you to focus on resting," I said as I put the soup on the overtable. "I'll take your laptop away if you keep working.""Yes, sir," she replied, smiling. After drinking half of it, she suddenly put down her spoon and looked into my eyes. "Sean… You don't have to worry too much about that night."Though I frowned, she continued, "Saving the catalog is my own choice. You owe me nothing, and you don't have to date me out of gratitude."That left me stunned.Since Martin saved Ann in that avalanche, she couldn't stop talking about it and always agreed to anything he asked. In time, that gratitude became tolerance, and that tolerance became feelings out of lines.Wilma got hurt for my sake, but the first thing she did was to play down that debt.My lips thinned. "What if I never date you?"She was silent

  • Her Rose Bloomed Elsewhere   Chapter 19

    A rare storm hit Areston just before spring, and the studio alarm was blaring in the middle of the night.By the time I arrived, one side of the glass walls had shattered from the violent gale, and rainwater was pouring inside.Mom's catalog and our design drafts were still in there.Just as I was about to charge inside, Wilma caught me. "Stay out! The glass could collapse any moment!" "The catalog! It's in the basement…""I'll get them!" She called maintenance to cut the power and had the staff move the catalogs and journals near the entrance. Then she tied a safety rope around her waist before heading further inside.As the storm and rain kept pelting the greenhouse, I stood outside the police line, watching as the roof glass cracked further."Come out, Wilma!" I cried.She soon appeared with a large plastic box in hand, when a chunk of glass snapped off and crashed down beside her. She managed to dodge to the side, but the shards caught her arm. Her blood rapidly dyed her

  • Her Rose Bloomed Elsewhere   Chapter 18

    Wilma and I started dating.The first time we had dinner together, she booked a seat at my favorite restaurant. When I had to call it off to adjust our proposal, she quietly changed the date without arguing.The second date was at an art exhibition, when a client suddenly called. She simply followed me back to the studio, waiting until past midnight.As for the third date, she ran late due to a project meeting.However, she didn't try to play it down with flowers or gifts, instead solemnly explaining why and properly apologized. She even freed up the next afternoon, and it was up to me whether I'd go on a date with her.Those things seemed almost trivial, but it also slowly taught me that stability wasn't the lack of mistakes. It was about accepting responsibility after the mistake; not avoiding it, and certainly not letting the other person suffer the grief alone.She never mentioned what she sacrificed for me, and she certainly didn't demand that I return the same favor.Nonet

  • Her Rose Bloomed Elsewhere   Chapter 17

    Before winter, Wilma and I went to an island down south to look for white camellias.Mom had noted down in her catalog that the white camellia was acquired from a botanist who lived there, but we still had to travel between several towns and villages to finally find the old plant nursery.The owner showed me letters she exchanged with Mom, pointing at the part where Mom asked if white camellias would survive in foreign soil. Towards the end, she said that if I ever came back to New Zulu, she wanted a place for me where flowers bloomed.I held the letter in silence for a long while.Mom never saw me again, but she already prepared a way home for me years ago.And today, the seeds of a fresh start were sowed.Wilma never said anything, merely standing quietly by my side, waiting for me to fix everything by my own.The owner gave me a young sprout, but it could only be transplanted in spring.Nonetheless, on the way back, it snowed and the car broke down. Wilma went out to check w

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