Only half a month had passed from Xiaoman to Mangzhong, yet the wheat ears had already filled out and were ready for harvest.
Pomona looked at the single line on the pregnancy test, then vanished the little thing with her wand.
Flowers blooming did not necessarily mean they would bear fruit. Fortunately, she had not placed much hope in it, or the disappointment would have hurt even more.
She put the unused pregnancy test in the drawer beneath the sink, gathered herself, and left the bathroom.
Looking out from the third-floor corridor, the sun was still shining brightly outside, but the grounds around the villa had changed.
The orchard of her dreams had not been built. Instead, there was an enormous maze, almost identical to the one in that sandbox.
Just as Voldemort had said, it looked like an exquisite garden, with statues, fountains, waterways, and all kinds of flowers.
When she appeared by the window, Severus, who was setting spells on the maze walls, suddenly turned around and met her gaze.
He did not look particularly surprised, nor was there any excitement at their reunion after so long apart. Only those black eyes stared straight at her.
Pomona opened her mouth, but had no idea what to say. So she simply stared foolishly back into his eyes.
Laurels thrived in sunlight, their glossy leaves gleaming like gold. Besides symbolizing victory and enchantment, they had another meaning. In Christianity's flower calendar, laurel was the flower used to commemorate Saint Chetuopuninas.
Saint Chetuopuninas was said to have been a stubborn man incapable of adapting. Pomona was not very familiar with Catholic saints, but she knew two other exceedingly stubborn people.
It would not be easy to make Tom give up immortality. Would this equally stubborn man before her change even a