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As he walked away, she whispered, “I’ll find it, Xavier. Whatever you are.” The Flower Haunts Her At night, when the palace walls fell quiet and the wind howled like a warning outside the frost-glazed windows, Ceres lit a single candle and pulled a book from beneath her pillow. Inside it was the ghost bloom. Pressed. Pale blue. Still not entirely dead. She held it in her palm, remembering her mother’s voice from long ago: “Some flowers bloom where nothing should grow. That’s why they’re dangerous.” Ceres turned it gently in her hand.

The garden pavilion at the Hawthorne estate in Bedford was always kept at a suffocatingly precise seventy-two degrees. It smelled of damp peat moss, distilled water, and the faint, chemically sweet preservative sprayed on the white orchids Catherine Hawthorne had spent the last two decades tending. It was a beautiful, glass-enclosed cage, completely isolated from the brutal wind off the Hudson and the corporate warfare currently consuming Manhattan.

Lucas dashed home and headed straight for the balcony. He grabbed the flowerpot near the railing and carefully wiped away the dirt that clung to it. I stood nearby, momentarily stunned by the sight of the pot. This was the very pot we had bought when we first married, and it had once contained seeds for red roses. Lucas had said then, “I will never fall in love with you. You know why I married you.” I laughed softly as I replied, “I don’t believe that. Let’s see how it plays out. I bet you’ll love me passionately, just like this red rose.”

And then in Mark's house, there was a professional gardener who managed the yard. “You gave away the chocolates, but not the flowers.” Chase said, unquestioned. “Stalker much?” I replied. “I wasn't stalking, I was with you.” He said. “Alright, alright.” ai gave up. Arguing with Chase was a waste of time when there were so many flowers for me to smell and run my hands through. He gave me the breakdown of the flowers, how threatened and endangered most of them were. Many of them weren't native and had to be shipped in on private jets for special orders.

Zeno's house has two levels with the upper part made of the best wood and the roof made of thatch leaves. Cia stood still, she tightened the red cardigan she was wearing and smiled broadly at the house in front of her. "It's enchanting," he said. This house is the same as the other houses without fences, it's just that it looks the most spacious. Before entering the house, Zeno took Cia to the back of the house and was immediately presented with a view of a beautiful garden of asphodel flowers and roses. Cia immediately turned to see the roses and asphodel planted alternately.

He will dry that witch's blood and savor every drop of it to compensate for what she did to him. Meanwhile, inside the elegant room, Celestine suddenly opens her eyes. Her eyes widely opened when she realized that she was not inside her room. Then a flashback of what happened before she passed out entered her mind. A vampire shows up in front of her. A vampire manages to get in their house despite that they have big dogs as their guards so they will know once there is someone inside their yard.

She asked, “What kind of flower is this? It’s so beautiful.” Alex did not hide it from her. “It’s the frosty octagon flower. A very rare species.” “Why haven’t I heard of it before? It even bears seeds already… Hubby, do you not know how to grow flowers? This pot is too small. There’s not enough space for the roots, you’ll need a bigger pot or just plant them in the garden… How about let me plant them for you?” ‘Huh?’ Alex was dumbfounded. ‘This is not a normal flower. Most importantly, these are not normal soil, they are the spiritual soil!’

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

This was Ding Hao's home. He pushed the door open and entered the yard. More than 20 pots of flowers were carefully placed in the yard. Those were the most common wildflowers on the roads of the ritual square in the front of the sect. Normally, they were not eye-catching and would even be uprooted as weeds, while here, they looked quite stunning. Ding Hao played with the plants in the yard for a while and pushed the door open into one of the huts. The setting sun cast its hues through the windows, leaving the room kind of dim.

Thomas pressed the cigarette butt with a bitter smile and looked at the narrow sky through the window in front of him. He had always thought that his eyesight was accurate and he could see everything clearly, but now he felt that his judgment was declining. In this love game, he was worried about gains and losses and was ambiguous. He couldn't see clearly... Jessica walked slowly on the path, crossing the curved arched top on both sides of the path. This was the corridor where Thomas had just ordered the engineer to plant the rosa multiflora thunb. After two years, they would climb all over the flower rack. When the flowers were in full bloom, the flowers would all the way. This would be the