Agnes didn't expect Alyssa to be freaked out.
She rushed over, picking up the flower pot from the ground.
The pot was shattered, seemed like an expensive one.
The orchid was broken too, a kind that supposedly only blooms every few years.
Alyssa had been nurturing it for two years, and it hadn't bloomed yet.
Agnes felt a certain indescribable emotion.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
But Alyssa just looked at the flower blankly, "It's okay, just throw it away."
"But this kind of orchid is rare."
Alyssa only had this one.
"It's dead now, useless. Why would I keep it?"
Agnes noticed Alyssa's voice was colder than usual.
The look in her eyes was icy, totally different from before.
Truth be told, it had been a while since Agnes had been back.
Since her birthday party, Agnes and Alyssa had barely spoken.
But Agnes knew, Alyssa being like this was definitely due to the rare orchid.
The one she had painstakingly nurtured for two years, scared and ruined just like that.
Agnes felt guilty, while Alyssa began tending to other flowers, "It's okay, you can go now."
Agnes had something to ask, but didn't know how to word it.
She just stood there holding the flower pot, Alyssa straightened up, "What's up?"
"I have a question for you."
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