Chapter 18.1

My mom and mother-in-law went out together.

It was done with the active recommendation of my grandaunt. It could be the fact that the two of them got off work from parenting after a long time, and their faces bloomed brightly.

And we went to the glass greenhouse, the treasure of this mansion.

We usually visit this place frequently, and it was also the first place I ran to after learning about my father’s disease. It was akin to a safe space for me.

I felt like a solution would come up when I talked to my grandaunt.

Of course, it was just an excessive expectation.

Even if God were to intervene, those who were dying could not be saved. Even for my aunt, who was my idol as a child, it was impossible.

I’ve been busy since then, so I haven’t been able to come. It’s my first time here. With Gerald.

I think I came to Gerald and Yuri’s greenhouse often when I was young . . .

“Jeje. Can you hand over the seedlings there? I want you to plant it here yourself.”

“Yes, grandmother.”

Jeje, who answered, helped her aunt and planted a new seedling.

Since my aunt majored in herbal medicine and botanical science, there was nothing else to note in the glass greenhouse. Even poisonous plants were growing everywhere: it was forbidden to enter places with red lines.

No matter how naughty Alexid was, even he didn’t dare step there.

“Grandma, what’s this?”

“Doesn’t it look like a heart?”

“A yellow heart?”

“Yeah. This is very good fruit. It’s sour and sweet when you eat it. It’s good to just eat it, but it has a better effect than that. It’s a precious fruit as well. It’s the first time my grandmother brought it in. I brought it from a very scary place.” My grandmother laughed jokingly.

“Scary place?” I opened my eyes wide and asked.

As there was nothing missing from the grandmother’s glass greenhouse, there were many seedlings that were obtained from ridiculous places.

“Actually, I failed three times. In a place full of monsters . . .” She trailed off, “Alexid?”

Grandaunt, who was explaining the fruit to me and Gerald, raised her head in surprise, “Wow! Grandmother! Grandmother! This fruit looks like a monkey’s butt!”

I really want to turn a blind eye to it.

Gerald’s handheld what grandaunt told us as a precious fruit earlier.

Being with Gerald, Alexid’s absence seemed to emerge more.

Alexid ran, waving the fruit in his hand. The pants that my mother finely dressed were already covered with dirt, and the white short-sleeved shirt, sticking out, was already turning black.

“Mom is going to kill you.”

“What? What about me?” Alexid pouted his mouth and threw the fruit at me.

Bang!

. . . That stupid kid!

The juice of the squishy fruit dripped down my face. I heard the sound of my elegance, cuteness, and beauty shattering.

“You’re dead! I’m going to kill you! Come here!” I yelled.

Alexid ran away from me, throwing off my shoes and beating around the bush.

“Argh! A monster is chasing me! Jeje, please save me!”

This peanut brother is a lifelong enemy. Your gravesite will be declared here today.

He reached out to Gerald and the one hiding behind his grandmother.

“Come here!”

“Lulu, you’ll get hurt.”

Gerald moved to support me, and the wind caught Alexid’s hair in my hand.

“Argh! I’m going to be bald! Let go of me, pig! Let go!”

I heard my grandmother’s laughter loudly.

Oh, really . . . My elegance . . . It already disappeared.

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Gerald patiently wiped the fruit pieces off my face.

Alexid was caught like a monkey in our grandaunt’s hand because our grandaunt thought he had to change first. His head became sporadic and he bragged.

Fortunately, my dress wasn’t very messy, and it only had to be wiped off in a few places.

“Hoo . . .”

Gerald carefully blew out what was on my face. It is enough to gently shake off what fruit has dried up on my face.

Pretty.

He’s pretty.

He’s really pretty.

The unicorn was shining in the sun.

This place was like a treasure box full of my memories. And there was definitely a guy in the treasure box. And it was him because he has always been with me.

He’s always been a good friend to me.

A friend who shared everything with me.

The touch of wiping my face with a handkerchief was so sweet. The affection he had mixed in the eight-year-old’s clumsiness somehow made me sad.

Why wasn’t it like this then?

Why weren’t you by my side then?

Why . . .