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She shrank back slightly before forcing herself to look pitiful. "You have no idea how terrible I've been feeling," Lily said weakly. "The only thing keeping me going was thinking about you. Without you here, I didn't even want to take my medicine…" Louis's dark expression eased just a little. Noticing this, Lily pressed a hand to her forehead and leaned toward him as if she was about to faint. Carissa rolled her eyes. Snapping back to his senses, Louis shoved Lily away and coldly said, "We found a badly mutilated body by the lake. Rena is dead. At my and Rena's home, I found your fur. Did you have anything to do with Rena's death?"

Its sharp, distinct aroma caught my senses, and I let it lead me away, farther from where Villion was still searching. I moved through the tall grass, carefully parting the thick greenery with my hands. As I brushed aside another curtain of overgrowth, my eyes widened slightly in surprise. There, tucked in a quieter corner of the field, was a dense patch of blooming purple flowers. They were everywhere, those vibrant, full, and swaying softly in the breeze. “Wow… what kind of flower is this?” I whispered to myself. “These would look beautiful in a pot…” I stepped closer, drawn in by their color and symmetry, and carefully plucked a single stem. I brought it up to my face and took a deep brea

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

Sunflower maybe? Yet wait where petals curl. This clue is so vague. Does he know how many flowers have curled petals? I'll just check all, I guess. I walked towards the closest flower and looked around it. They were Camellias. I looked around it and it and got a pack from it. They were seeds sure enough but not Sunflower seeds. They were Lavender seeds. I opened it to check if there was a poem in it. I pulled it out and read: "Soft fragrance drifts where you may go,

His heart suddenly clenched with pain. Persephone cherished the streets of Flinge, particularly the unknown little colorful and vibrant flowers blooming by the roadside. She claimed these flowers were never seen in Centrolis. After confirming they were unattended, she secretly plucked a bunch and turned them into dried flowers. Each day, she would beam at the flowers with a bright smile.

I need to know that Talon was wrong with what he told me. Carla steps forward with a sigh, she strides towards the flowerpot sitting on the table and lowers herself before it, hands caressing the flower plant that is now growing on it—It's a Queen of the night flower plant. I remember the plant too, it is the one she had brought on the day of Roman's attack. Now that I think of it, does it have a significant meaning?

"Oh my, it was so sweet of you, hijo. Thank you." "You're welcome, Auntie. Honestly, I don't know what flower do you like, so I just ended up searching what flower should I get for recovery. It says that lavenders improves the feeling of a person and that flower is called healing flower." Well mom do like pink tulips, but I like the way he chose the flower he gave. "Oh, I haven't heard of that. But don't worry, I like it so much. Thank you again." He smiled at mom.

Bending over on one knee, Sara carefully placed the flowers in the holes she dug with her own hands to form a circle around the bump of soil, careful not to ruin the roots nor to dig too deep, she didn’t want to ruin the flowers so carelessly when it wasn’t easy to find them in the first place, she spent an hour looking for them, for the wild flowers that the little girl loved so much, and eventually managed to find some lupines, violets, daisies, and clovers.

Freya’s nails, which were cut like daggers, sliced against Cassiopeia's cheek, leaving a visible claw mark. Cassiopeia was bewildered by what Freya was saying. "I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go." "You’re still lying!" Freya gestured at the pale-looking Liam, who was lying on the bed, and teared up. "Liam is only four years old and just had a kidney transplant. How can you be so cruel to him? Aren’t you a mother too?"

he said excitedly to the others. The one with black hair closed his eyes, covering the irises that were the same color as the night sky. “She’s here,” he said in a whisper. He turned to the other three, a grin on his face, and continued, “The Moonflower.”