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"I'll get it for you, Lena." I slipped on my slippers and followed behind him. I sat down on the living room couch and watched as he adjusted the water temperature, carefully touching the glass with his hand to make sure it wasn't too hot before handing it to me. His gaze was filled with such warmth, so tender and affectionate, that anyone who looked at it couldn't help but feel suffocated. I felt dazed for a moment, and my grip faltered. The glass slipped from my fingers, shattering on the floor and splashing water everywhere.

Finally, he stopped in front of the bright red spider villa, long fingers caressing the petals as bright as blood. After staying for a while, Yvette Hill was sent to Hunter’s home. Wearing a pink princess skirt, she slowly walked in the direction of the Aaron Hunter. Her tender fingers brush over the petals of the blood-red flower, always touching the fingertips of Aaron. The waxy voice rings in the garden, "brother Aaron, this flower is so beautiful." "Do you like it?" Aaron turned back, mouth hooked up a strange arc, making one shudder. Yvette Hill shivered, widened her eyes, "What you like, I like all." Yes, as long as it is something likes, she will like it. Ada Wood stands behind the cu

Theo's stern voice wriggled in my ears, making my blood ripple. He sat in a chair that was in the middle of the room surrounded by beautiful plants and my position was on his lap. Theo hugged my body from behind, and he placed his chin on my shoulder. I looked around, such a large room; cream marble floor with beautiful intricate carving accents. There is a dining table complete with chairs. And the most interesting thing is that the plants inside this greenhouse have different types that I don't understand. “What kind of flower is it? Which is blue and white?” I asked Theo. I pointed to a large pot containing a small, round-shaped flower with a blue tinge at the edge of its petal line.

I sat in the pack's garden. They were beautiful, fully maintained, and looked after. I noticed there were some rare exotic flowers as well, including Birds of Paradise, Bull Thistles, and my all-time favorite flower, the Calla Lily, in a number of colors. I watched a number of, I was guessing Omega's, tend to the garden. In front of where I sat, there was a massive fountain of two wolves howling to the moon. Water coming from their jaws. Off to my left was a beautifully trimmed hedge maze. I will have to venture through it soon. I took in a deep breath and filled my senses with the cool air. There was a perfect spring breeze flowing around me. This was the most peaceful I had felt in four da

Where else can you find a transfer student with such a strong temper? She didn't even beg. Isn't it obvious she doesn't care about "the Talent Society"? After scattering the shredded paper, Heloise coldly looks at the faces in front of her. She memorizes them, then turns and leaves, leaving behind a group of astonished people. ... The twilight light spills into the not-so-large courtyard of Hyacinth Garden. The hyacinth flowers on the wall change color as they reflect the sunlight, dancing lightly with the wind. Fine mist sprays, making the flowers look delicate and dewy.

She needed some fighting spirit to compete with her! As her footsteps moved through the corridor, she quickly arrived at Chiyoko's bedroom door, which was left ajar. She overheard Nancy enthusiastically persuading her to consume various supplements. Chiyoko was arranging a bunch of champagne roses one by one into a flower vase, wearing a sweet and contented smile. Those vibrant champagne roses were Flora's favorite, symbolizing nobility and purity. Raising her shoes, Flora involuntarily walked towards that exquisite bouquet. Her appearance caught Nancy's attention, who looked at her with a hint of gloating before leaving. Chiyoko also noticed her, and her smile deepened.

Lydia responded, and I waved my hand dismissively. “I know, I mean what are they doing here? And with those flowers?” I asked. Lydia shook her head. “Alpha Edward must have asked them to bring it in. Don’t you like the flowers?” She asked. “Of course, I do. Chocolate cosmos, they’re called,” I explained, “It’s a rare type of flower that smells exactly like chocolate. You would even want to eat them,” I added, laughing, then I advanced towards the florists, who were arranging and watering the flowers.

Victoria says, pulling off her gloves. “And let’s be honest. I’ve never seen a garden that looked this incredible. They might be a bit strange, but you can’t deny that they are useful.” I say, before turning to head back inside. As I get close to the back of the packhouse, I see part of our flower bed with flowers that are alternating between looking dead and looking beautiful. I step over and see Tula hiding among the flowers. I hear her sniffle and the flower begins to die before she touches it, and it perks back up again.

She pushed open the door to the flower shop where Hailey worked, a tiny bell jingling above her. The shop was an explosion of colors and scents. Brightly colored blooms filled the space, from sunflowers to roses, orchids to tulips. The air was rich with the fragrance of fresh flowers, creating a soothing contrast to Katherine's excessively raging thoughts. The walls were lined with shelves displaying delicate vases and decorative pots, each meticulously arranged to showcase the vibrant beauty of the flowers within.

“I know. No one will show hospitality towards intruders.” The girl did not speak again. “I’m sorry, eliminating foreign species is my job. I have to do it, even right now.” Peony released a huge amount of smoke. It attacked the intruder. It was choking the girl. She was about to do her final blow when she sensed someone’s presence, a more powerful presence than the girl. “The scent was from him.” Peony’s system was filled with a nostalgic feeling. Her smoke that attacked the girl intruder weakened. “Zachary.” she blurted out of nowhere.