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The next day, you didn’t go to school. Instead, you were at the greenhouse.

Protective shading surrounded the place since the sun was still up.

You were curled up in a chair with a white bandage on your neck. You were staring at a wilted rose with your chin resting on your arm. Your eyelids sadly lowered and you gently touched the rose. A dead petal fell onto the table.

*This flower is just like me.* You thought.

Out of nowhere, a pale hand reached out and touched the flower. It glowed and sprang back to life. The rose was bright red now and appeared healthier than ever.

You slowly looked up.

Sungjong was standing there with a small, gentle smile. He took the fragile petal and held it up to you. You stared at it in his palm. Sungjong folded his fingers over the petal and then reopened his hand. Your eyes widened.

The petal was as good as new. It was soft, red, and beautiful.

Sungjong held his hand out. You looked at him. He gave you an encouraging nod. You eagerly held your palms out. Sungjong gently placed the petal in them.

A smile lit your face. Then you suddenly stopped and warily looked up at him.

“You can smile around me.” Sungjong whispered. His voice was soft and gentle like a warm, spring breeze. It warmed your heart and made you feel comfortable. Sungjong went around the greenhouse.