Weed ~The One’s Gardener~ - Chapter 84

The platinum light from the pale moon made his eyes gleam with an unusual coldness.

Hana felt a creeping fear as he approached. It felt like she wasn’t facing Weed but a beast with glowing yellow eyes.

Her throat was dry, tension tightening her chest as a sense of intimidation washed over her.

Standing before Weed, who wore the most serious expression she had ever seen, she felt an unfamiliar anxiety. It reminded her of the instinctive fear Calden had always harbored toward Weed. Though she had never understood it before, she could now relate.

Fear often arises when faced with something incomprehensible.

“Weed, please… let me go. Alright? I can’t be late. Weed. I can’t afford to delay any longer…”

The more time they wasted, the more his lifespan dwindled. She couldn’t afford to waste more time in a place like this, not knowing how much time he had left.

“Hana.”

As Weed stepped closer, gently stroking her cheek with a bright smile, Hana was captivated by his face.

He was smiling.

She liked his smiling face, but not like this. It was rare to see him like this. Weed’s eyes, still red from crying, were now bright with a smile.

He smiled simply because she liked that expression.

She realized what he was fixated on. Saying ‘Weed, you’re really amazing’ made him smile like this. He was recreating that very expression, the one she had liked.

His hands cupped her cheeks as he placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Had she cried this much? Weed’s lips gently brushed away the moisture from her eyelashes and the dew at the corners of her eyes.

His hand, which had been caressing her cheek, moved to her neck.

Slowly, he stroked her hair, kissing her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, and her cheeks in order. This was the sequence of kisses Hana cherished most: forehead, eyelids, bridge of the nose, cheeks, and finally, lips.

The next was her lips.

Weed gave a light, pecking kiss like a bird, then gently licked her lower lip.

When Hana kept her lips sealed, he persistently licked them. As he did so, he opened his eyes, revealing noble golden irises that wavered as if they were wounded.

Hana had always yearned for someone who could offer such soothing affection. She knew that Weed also loved how she approached him lightly yet sincerely. That was why every morning began with kisses in this sequence, even before sleep and sometimes when she woke in the early hours.

Why would he look so hurt?

He couldn’t possibly dislike this. He knew she liked it and yet behaved this way. But right now, at this moment. Oh, she didn’t know. She always became so weak around him.

Lost in the moment, Hana parted her lips.

“Uh, uung…”

Ha. A sigh, like a warm breath.

Weed’s tongue, which had secured consent, slipped inside and tangled messily.

The sensation of his fingers gently stroking her scalp felt pleasant. His moist and soft tongue tickled the roof of her mouth and wrapped around hers. The pliable flesh rubbed against her inner cheeks, traced the underside of her tongue, and pulled away briefly before teasing the tip of her tongue again.

His saliva was as sweet as honey, even sweeter than usual.

“Uung…”

She couldn’t help but moan. The way he caressed her mouth’s mucous membranes was intensely stimulating for Hana, causing her body to respond with pleasure.

He was acting just as she had liked.

It was all the more heartbreaking because she could see what he was doing. Even receiving such soft, sweet kisses made her want to cry.

Tears flowed continuously.

Yes. That was it. Weed had always asked her to say that she liked him.

Even while he lost control and pressured her, he always wanted to hear those words. Why had she been so stingy with them? Would saying it wear out her lips? Would it make her throat bleed?

Hana, who had never received affection properly, didn’t know how to give it back. She thought such words were only for crucial moments. She believed saying them often would make their meaning trivial. She feared that if she spoke of them easily, her overwhelming emotions would become common and lose their impact.

Why hadn’t she said it? Why had she been unable to? Even though she knew he would love to hear it. Even though she watched him rejoice as if it was the first time each time she spoke.

Why had she only said those things during such moments? Why had she said them only when they were having s*x or pretending she couldn’t win?

Even though she liked him so much.

So very much.

“Weed, I like you.”

“Oh, Hana… Did you really mean it?”

Hana immediately understood his words, so she shook her head vigorously.

That wasn’t what she meant. That wasn’t the message she intended. It wasn’t just about physical pleasure. It was about loving him, about how much she cherished him—him, who always whispered kindly and embraced her with warm hands.

She wanted to express that.

However, she couldn’t fully articulate her thoughts.

A sudden chill of anxiety gripped her. Her relationship with him had always been straightforward yet chaotic. The affection she felt was always genuine, but everything else, the timing, the manner, seemed a mess.

So, seeing Weed smile at her, she felt a deep sense of despair.

She felt powerless. How could she make him understand? How could she clear up the misunderstanding?

“Weed, I really do like you…”

“Yes, Hana. I will make you even happier.”

“Uuh… I like you. I like you…”

‘I like you so much that I would sacrifice my life to save you. I like you enough to be willing to make sacrifices for you, not because I want to escape.’

Even though she liked him that much, he was pained by the idea of her sacrificing herself. The more complicated the situation became, the more tears flowed down her face.