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Back in the town of Winstol, Kione's crow came to perch on one of the trees branches close to Philippa's residence. His black, soulless eyes were trained on a particular person who was planting some flowers.
And the person was none other than Belle.
Outside their house, Belle and Jade were trying to make a few beds of flowers at the corner of the house, just close to the wall.
They were both in a squatting position, and their hands were making movements on the soil.
Mrs. Short shifted her gaze to Belle. Upon seeing what she was doing, the woman frowned. "Not that way, Ms. Annabelle." Jade instructed. "The flowers may die before they even grow if you continue like that."
"Oh," There was a short moment of silence before the two women started laughing. Belle raised her muddy hands up to her face, staring at the dirt that now clung to her nails. "So how do I make it, then?"
