Chapter 143: The Burning Drug (2)
The office of the Deputy Director of Sehee Research Institute boasted a grand window with a view of the courtyard. But today, there was something off about the familiar scene.
In the middle of a sunlit spot where golden rays poured in through the large window, a flowerpot basked in the warmth.
And nestled in that flowerpot was a soft-looking blue bud, its petals drooping a bit.
“It still doesn’t have any energy…”
My voice echoed in the quiet deputy director’s office.
I’d hoped that with its plant-like antennae, the little sprout would perk up under the sunlight, but it remained as limp as ever, despite the sunny treatment.
Even the Golden Reaper had tried its hand at reviving the bud, watering it with a can of what was presumably water, but to no avail.
This wasn’t the first time I’d moved the poor bud to a new spot in an attempt to revitalize it.
Initially, I’d thought that maybe it needed some human energy, so I placed it in the break room where people buzzed about like bees. But even amidst all the bustling activity, the sprout still looked as wilted as ever.
It appeared to be suffering from a perpetual cold.
I spent a fair amount of time observing the bud, and as the afternoon wore on, the sunlight softened, bathing the office in a warm amber hue.
I sat there, chin resting on my hand, gently stroking the listless bud with my fingers.
The warmth of the sunlight and the stillness of the office lulled me, and before I knew it, my eyelids grew heavy.
And just like that, I drifted off to sleep.
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