18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 596

Dylan had played out the scene in his mind a thousand times, imagining the moment he'd reunite with Rosie and finally confess his feelings.

With a sensitivity typical of kids on the autism spectrum, Dylan had harbored a crush on Rosie for as long as he could remember. It was love at first sight, an unexplainable urge to be near her. She was spotless and adorable, like a porcelain doll, her bright eyes sparkling as if they could speak. And when she smiled, it was like the first breath of spring, a snowflake melting into the promise of blooming flowers.

The urge to overcome his fears and slowly get closer to her was irresistible. But the closer he got, the more he wanted. He yearned to be with her, in the forever kind of way. Deep down, Dylan knew the gap between them was vast, so he worked tirelessly, hoping for a fresh start when they met again.

The thought of rejection crossed his mind, but he quickly pushed it aside. Yet reality can be cruel, and fears often come true. Rosie did turn him down.

Facing his heartfelt confession, Rosie felt a pang of panic but masked it with a calm front. "Because... you've always been like a big brother to me," she said, leaving no room for doubt. "Dylan, I love Griffith. This is my home, where I plan to realize my dreams and work hard for them. I can't leave, and I hope you'll find happiness in Willowbrook too."

She had never experienced love herself but had seen too many couples turn on each other, sometimes over something as trivial as a meal. In times of disaster, most relationships crumbled to nothing, their value a cruel joke. Sometimes she envied her brother and sister-in-law's bond, knowing such unions were rare. She was content with her life and unwilling to gamble on change. Knowing Dylan was doing well was enough for her.

Yet, the goodbye was tinged with melancholy, and she offered sincerely, "You're leaving tomorrow, why don't I see you off?"

Dylan's mouth filled with the bitter taste of unfulfilled dreams, but he didn't argue. "Okay."

Relieved, Rosie couldn't shake off a vague sense of loss as they walked silently, the moonlight guiding their path to a quiet road. Dylan walked slowly, but before long, they were at his front door. Rosie put on a brave smile, "Big brother Dylan, this is my stop. You should head back."

He nodded, "Yeah, I'll watch you go in."

stared at the closed door, his heart heavy with sorrow. He had always been light-years away

reality as her dogs came bounding up, their howls breaking the silence. "Ow-ow-ow." "Arf-arf-arf." Shaking off the last traces of sadness, Rosie turned with a smile and walked inside. Her brother and sister-in-law were still awake, having prepared a comforting bowl of chicken noodle soup just for her. She brushed aside the faint sadness in her mind and

"Work's never done, is it? Delegate what you can and take care of

of soup and started chatting, "Sis, Dylan's leaving tomorrow, what should I give

a better idea, Stella asked, "What does he need?" Rosie thought for a moment, "With Uncle Qin's resources, Dylan probably lacks for

him something simple." Stella knew that whatever Rosie chose, Dylan

give it some thought, "I'll give him

late, and Stella

rest. In her

"What's the strategist after with this move?" If it was just for an exchange of goods - poultry, herbs, or crops there was no need for such subterfuge. After all, Willowbrook hadn't arrived empty-handed; they brought valuable supplies, partly to assist in Griffith's rise. Some were urgently needed, like medical expertise to help older

vast knowledge of traditional medicine could apply to many health issues. Good doctors were scarce, and the hospital staff revered

and industry, both factions engaged in

was

Willowbrook turned out,?

be a

agricultural bureau and the other in research, their emotional reunion was followed by intense academic discussions. Both pledged to share any breakthroughs in hybrid rice

and solutions generously. Overall, the collaboration was pleasant and harmonious. But as the