Chapter 603
| had been sitting silently for an eternity, lost in thought, and Hannah hadn''t disturbed me once.
It wasn''t until the light outside began to fade and darkness crept into the room that Hannah finally spoke up, offering a word of
comfort. "Allie, shall we head back?"
ncing out the window, | confirmed it was when streetmps lit up in the early evening.
My gaze inadvertently fell upon the windowsill, where two withered potted nts sat, their dryness contributing to the gloom of
my mood.
One appeared to be a spider nt, a mere shadow of its former self. The other was unrecognizable, with only bare twigs
remaining.
However, the second nt was odd. It had well-pruned thick branches, suggesting that Marilyn had taken good care of it. What
was strange, though, was a thick branch snapped off harshly, drooping sadly then.
| stood up and approached, wondering how it could have broken like this.
People wouldn''t treat a treasured nt this way.
Anyone passionate about nts knows they''re like children. | could feel it. It nearly broke my heart to see even a leaf fall from
the nts | nurtured before | got sick!
By the look of the pruning, Marilyn must have cherished it. How could a branch be broken, then? Could someone else have done
it?
The broken branch hung limply, but oddly, its tip was in the soil. | was puzzled by this strange action of breaking it to nt it back
inside.
Without thinking, | reached to pull the buried branch tip from the soil.
As the branch tip was out, it dragged up a clump of soil, so dry and hard it was almost rock-like, crumbling into chunks. Beneath
that chunk of soil, | spotted the corner of a stic bag tied up.
Driven by curiosity, | quickly grabbed the corner of the bag and yanked it out.
It was an ordinary shopping bag people would use for groceries, seemingly wrapped around something. The middle was tied
with string.
| took a closer look and squeezed it, feeling what seemed like a piece of paper inside.
My pupils constricted as | urgently found the end of the string and pulled it loose, and then | called out to Hannah.
Clueless about what | was doing, Hannah came over right after she heard me call. "What are you looking at?"
| showed her what | found.
She looked at the item in my hand with astonishment and asked, "What is that? Where did you find it?"
| pointed to the flowerpot in front of me. "I found it in here."
As | spoke, | eagerly began to unwrap the stic. It wasyered thickly, obviously wrapped with care, likely to protect the paper
inside from moisture.
Hannah watched curiously, saying, "It looks like it''s been packaged up pretty neat. Must be something special. But why would it
be buried in a flowerpot? How did you find it?"
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After quite a moment, | finally got through the stic to reveal a folded piece of paper.
| tossed aside the bag and pulled out the paper, my hands trembling as | unfolded it carefully.
The paper was marked with a rough drawing in ck ink, clearly done in haste and without much attention to detail.
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| studied the symbol closely and looked toward Hannah, staring back at me earnestly.
The symbol on the paper was rough, but it felt eerily familiar.
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