Nathan's POVI was so busy that I could barely keep track of time.By chance, I got to know a local woman named Rachel Yates. Being the eldest in her family, she had dropped out of school to help support them.She had never even seen a rose before, and she didn't believe they could bloom in the northwest. To her, what I was trying to do sounded like pure fantasy.I didn't argue. Instead, I just kept focusing on my research.As my test field was right along the road Rachel took home every day, she would pass by and throw a few sarcastic comments my way. But she'd still step in to help whenever she saw the roses I planted get knocked over by the wind and sand.Gradually, branches began to grow out of the plants, and we became more familiar with each other.One day, I called Rachel over. One of the roses had formed a tiny bud.Her eyes were full of disbelief, and I let out a relieved breath.The roses that had survived this round were drought-resistant and cold-tolerant, which we
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