Chapter 737

“Yale‘s too,” Sage said.

Wayne wrinkled his brow slightly. “This hairpin is broken into two pieces. The two men held a piece in hi
s hand with their blood on it. Why does it sound so mysterious?”

Sage did not
feel it at first. However, she had goosebumps after hearing what her grandfather said. “Don‘t talk about
spirits. It sounds scary.” Wayne shrugged. “Everything in the world as a spirit, including plants and trees
. A thousand year–old wood like this has long been spiritual. Don‘t you see the eyes on it?”

“Eyes?”

Sage‘s head tingled with fear. She mustered her courage and leaned over to ask, “Where?”

Wayne pointed to the rose Sage carved on the hairpin. “Look here. This is the head, and this is the eye.
.. Say, why did you carve your name right on the wood‘s eye? You made it blind.”

“I also saw its legs.”

“Where?”

“It‘s jumping in your hands. Don‘t you feel it?”

“Ah! I feel it! I can feel it!”

Mendoza leaned on the door and was shocked and speechless
as he listened to them. He was so frightened that he tripped and fell. “Ouch!” Sage and Wayne looked
over. Then, they exchanged a look and laughed together. This was how they used to scare Nigel and L
uther when Sage was still a kid. They always scared them successfully. The two always believed in eve
rything they said. They were the source of joy for Sage and Wayne. Wayne tinkered with the hairpin for



a long time and finally put it together again. “It‘ll be hard
to fix it perfectly. Let them grow on their own. Maybe they‘ll be together as they grow.”



It was evening. Tim stayed in
Yale‘s ward and changed the water in the vase. The gladiolus Sage sent was still very hardy. It was alre
ady two days, but the petals were only slightly wilted. It could live for a little longer. In front of him, the w
hite rabbit suddenly moved. “Tim, Tim! Are you there?”

The sudden voice startled Tim. He wrinkled his eyebrows and leaned over to see the rabbit speaker. It
was a voice call from Sage, so he pressed to
answer. Sage‘s voice came from the speaker. “Tim, so you‘re in the ward.”

Tim lowered his voice, “Yeah.” “Did I scare you?” Tim glanced down at Yale, who laid motionless in the
bed. He said faintly, “No.”

“That means you‘re scared.”

Tim was puzzled.

Sage added, “Otherwise, you would‘ve scolded me straight and said do you want to die?”

Tim was rendered speechless. Before Tim was about to scold her, Sage hurriedly said, “I just got home

Tim‘s face remained cold. He said in a slow and indifferent tone, “What does a shower have to do with th

Tim was lost for words.

“I‘m playing it,” Sage said. Tim did not voice any further objections. Soon, a melodious song came on the
the sound of running water from the shower. Then... Sage hummed along. Her singing mixed into the mu






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