Chapter 106
Meeting her was a coincidence.
A late afternoon bathed in golden sunlight.
Far off in the distance, I saw chubby cheeks and soft, light brown hair swaying gently.
The child in a bright yellow dress made an impression. She bent her knees and suddenly spoke to me.
“Bad people.”
With her tiny fern-like hands, she brushed off cigarette ash that had landed on my leaf.
“Throwing cigarette butts around carelessly…”
Tsk tsk.
She clicked her tongue like a little old soul who’s lived twice.
The bewilderment I felt then was beyond words.
A human, of all things, talking to me? Not even a glamorous flower like a rose or a hydrangea—
But a wildflower, just growing by the roadside.
And to take care of me so delicately, too?
I never expected it.
But the girl’s eccentricity didn’t end there.
Whenever her house was empty, she would sometimes sit beside me and chatter on and on.
“Wildflower, when do you think Mommy will come home today?”
At some point, she began calling me “Wildflower.” Whenever she talked about her mom, she looked especially sad.
“I wish she’d come back soon…”
Her gentle, drooping eyes looked even more downcast today, filled with sorrow.
“She always talks about her mom,” I thought.
The things she told me were always the same.
What she ate today, what homework she had to do, or stories about her mom.
Naturally, her mom made up the biggest portion of her stories.
I suddenly wondered—
What kind of person was this girl’s mother to her?
Whenever she mentioned her, she always wore a sad face.
To Wildflower, “sadness” seemed like a bad emotion at first glance.
So maybe her mother was a frightening presence, like thunder or a violent storm?
But the more I thought about it, the more I realized—no.
There was not a hint of resentment in the girl’s downcast eyes when she spoke of her mom.
“Rather…”
Eyes moist with tears, puffed red around the edges.
Her little shoulders trembled over time.
“Today’s my birthday…”
It was clear, aching longing.
Wildflower didn’t fully understand the human emotion called “longing”—subtle and difficult as it was.
But by looking at her expression, I could vaguely guess.
Hugging her knees, the girl trembled softly.
“No one’s celebrating my birthday.”
As if trying to hold down her sorrow by force,
She curled her body into a ball and cried silently.
“I wish someone would just say ‘Happy birthday, Soyoon. I love you.’”
A lump formed in her eyes, heavy and indescribable emotions piled up.
Wildflower was startled.
A human was crying.
And not just any tears—
But sorrowful, gut-wrenching sobs, right in front of me.
The only thing I could do was sway in the breeze and silently listen.
I fluttered my petals awkwardly, unable to comfort her.
And then, as she crouched in silence for a while, she spoke.
“…So-yoon.”
She muttered two short syllables, then looked at me again.
“That’s my name. Lee Soyoon.”
Slowly raising her head, she fiddled with her fingers before speaking again, with difficulty.
“Actually, I don’t have any friends. Not even one.”
Friends…
Wildflower thought of many flowers that had wilted before her.
Roses, peonies, trumpet vines, or even tiny, adorable green shoots.
Though we weren’t very close, there were times when just being together felt comforting.
Was Soyoon saying she didn’t even have that kind of simple companionship?
Wildflower quietly looked at the girl.
Perhaps feeling more at ease under that gaze, Soyoon spoke again.
“I don’t have a dad either. And since my mom hardly ever comes home, people say I’m an orphan. No one wants to play with me…”
As she said this, Soyoon’s face looked oddly calm.
As if the pain had long since settled into familiarity.
She smiled faintly.
“So, I wanted to hear it. Just once…”
She bit her lip and hesitated, then slowly opened her mouth.
“Happy birthday, Soyoon.”
She bowed her head, as if blowing out birthday candles, and gently blew her breath toward me.
The warm breath made my stem tingle.
“…I love you, too.”
When I looked up, I saw her soft, pale face.
“Nothing special, right?”
She smiled bashfully and looked at me.
That forced smile hurt more than I could bear.
Poor child. Pitiful Soyoon.
If only I weren’t a flower—if I were a person—
I would have opened my arms and embraced her warmly.
I wouldn’t just sway my petals in the wind.
I would’ve gently told her—don’t cry.
“…And did that wish really come true?”
Time passed. The seemingly eternal life as “Wildflower” came to an end, and much time had flowed since then.
“Myeolmangi!”
In this unexpected place, she appeared before me once again.
Though her outward appearance had changed, the pure and untainted soul was undoubtedly Soyoon’s.
And now that all the memories of our past lives had returned—
Myeolmangi once again shared in her pain.
With Agatha, the one attacking Wendy’s group.
And with Wendy’s comrades, who now looked as if there was no more hope for them.
“Yes, perhaps…”
From Wendy’s perspective, those people were probably like Soyoon’s mother.
In truth, I had known it.
In fact, I knew it so well that I had forced myself to look away.
[Child who has inherited a portion of my power, do you know why your flower’s name is Heaven’s One-Day Flower?]
From the moment I became deeply attuned to Wendy’s emotions, a mysterious voice began to echo.
[The celestial flower can shine with dazzling light that illuminates the entire world—for just one day.]
The voice, referring to me as a “heavenly flower,” spoke again.
[But all things come with a price. The price of such brilliance… is disappearance.]
The voice sighed, warm and tender as it brushed against me.
[My child, who has been born as a flower not once, but twice—how unfortunate. You are a flower who holds the radiance to drive away all the world’s evil.]
The voice reached toward me like a hand—touching my stem, my tender leaves…
And finally, it gently seeped into the depths of my soul, hidden securely within the petals.
As the golden fingers brushed the most secret parts of my being, a shiver coursed through my body.
[Whether you choose to shine for a single day and fade, or live modestly for long—it’s entirely your choice.]
At that moment, my heart pounded wildly, and an uncontrollable vitality surged through my body.
As if I would go mad if I didn’t release this feeling right now.
[The choice is yours alone.]
With those final words, the hand turned into light and vanished.
Emotions poured in like a tide—
Love, compassion, sorrow, rage, and longing.
Even though I knew these emotions well, they felt strangely unfamiliar.
Was this also the doing of that voice’s owner?
I wasn’t sure. But I was certainly feeling deeper than before.
Yes, almost like…
“Like a person.”
And so, the emotions I had long buried began to bloom anew.
I had always dismissed my feelings toward Wendy as mere sympathy.
Because she was my first friend. Because we shared our hardest days together.
Because she was a peculiar human who spoke with plants.
And I was a strange flower that felt human emotions.
I thought our bond was nothing more than a small sense of solidarity born from that strangeness.
But it wasn’t just sympathy.
“If I leave her be, Wendy might die.”
A deep anxiety that I might lose something precious.
The strange emotion I felt—rage—when Agatha reached for Wendy.
The simple happiness in the warmth of her hand gently touching me in her front pocket.
Her bright laughter as she joked with her companions.
Her expressions, her voice, every gesture…
Yes, I…
“I love her.”
I loved Wendy.
To think I only just realized this now.
What flower in all the world could be more foolish than me?
If only I had realized sooner.
Right now, anyone could see that Wendy’s side was overwhelmingly disadvantaged.
The technique Agatha used was a curse so complex that even if a constellation descended, it would be hard to unravel.
But I had a way.
The moment I bloomed as Heaven’s One-Day Flower, I instinctively knew.
That if I used my divine power, I could save everyone.
That if only I sacrificed myself, they would all be safe.
But—I got greedy.
This connection I gained—how could I let it go so easily?
I had tumbled through eons to finally find her again.
I didn’t want to say goodbye just yet.
So I resisted a little.
Acted recklessly and irrationally.
Wendy’s companions were strong—surely, they would win if I just helped a little.
She was resilient—surely, she’d endure.
She always had.
She was strong.
“So… it’ll be fine.”
When this is all over, we’ll return to a simple life—just like before.
But I knew the truth.
They were slowly growing exhausted, and this battle had only one outcome.
“It’s not fine.”
No, it was not fine at all.
My wish—was just a selfish excuse to stay with her.
There was no sign of a turnaround.
And as the battle dragged on, even Wendy’s life force began to fade.
Her brilliant pink eyes, once full of clarity, dulled into emptiness.
And with that—Myeolmangi felt as if the world had collapsed.
This couldn’t go on.
If it did—
“What will I lose?”
I would lose what was most precious to me.
And just then, I saw a small figure pass before my eyes.
Fiery red hair fluttered above, and a familiar scent brushed past my nose.
Those pink eyes, filled with resolve—she had made up her mind.
That familiar form—my heart stopped.
Because that person was Wendy.
She charged at Agatha with nothing but a small, crude dagger in hand.
Agatha, caught off guard by her recklessness, reached for her neck.
And the moment his filthy hand touched her skin—
I could no longer think rationally.
It felt like the last thread holding my mind together snapped.
And so, guided purely by instinct,
I—Myeolmangi—
Cast aside the shackles I had tightly kept bound all this time.
And just like that—
[Heavenly Flower in Full Bloom]
—I unleashed everything I had.
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