Bab 70: The blessing of life

LANCE

The stiff officer with brown overcoat and sleek black hair wazed through the group of onlookers and pat every policemen to move out of the way. The wind is screaming in my ears in this spot. I'm supposed to feel chills and shivers from the midnight cold. 

Strange. I've got nothing of those now. Especially when I stand closely to Seven. 

"Seven?" She didn't answer. She doesn't need to. But I'm feeling lonely. Sometimes I talk and the person I'm talking won't look at me. You all know that super lonely feeling? The more I stood here, the more I'm doubting who's really the mute of us.

"What is your blessing?" She glance at me. I raised my eyebrow for an answer. 

She tentatively open her palm. Three seeds. The same white seed she struck on my forehead earlier. 

I watch her closed her fingers around them. After three seconds, she open her palm and three blue roses blooms. Small bud at first, then it grows and spreads like jellyfish.