Chapter 7
By the time the gardeners arrived, it was already dark.
My face was blank as I stood beneath the veranda and watched them dig up the camellia tree.
All the flowers fell in an instant, sinking into the soil. A breeze swept through at that very moment, as if singing a farewell
song.
“Oh my, these flowers are truly beautiful. I should’ve waited for all of them to fall before digging up this tree.” Bianca closely observed my reaction as she spoke sarcastically.
I didn’t even look at her and just walked toward the courtyard.
“What are you doing?” Freddie suddenly grabbed my arm.
After shaking off his hand, I picked up the most beautiful camellia blossom and cradled it in my palm.
He stepped forward again, frowning as he asked impatiently, “What’s the point of all this?”
Since the day I confessed to him, I’d lost count of how many times I’d heard those same words.
The line that came next would always be, “Don’t expect me to feel sorry for you.”
I looked at him with a blank face. “I don’t expect you to feel sorry for me.”
Freddie seemed taken aback.
I ignored him, walking directly past him.
I placed the camellia somewhere safe and started packing.
When I opened the drawer, I found a small box. Inside was a photo of the two of us and a button I had carefully kept. I had
secretly snipped it from Freddie’s shirt last month.
There was this legend floating around campus. If one snipped a button from their crush’s shirt and made a wish under the moon, that person would fall in love with them.
So, I did it.
Unfortunately, the legend wasn’t true. Freddie didn’t fall for me. In fact, he hated me now.
After staring at it for a long time, I casually tossed the button into the trash.
Just then, Freddie walked in.
“Don’t move out yet. Stay a little longer,” he said in a low voice.
