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."

his heart heavy with sorrow. He had always been light-years away from Rosie, no matter how hard he tried, he could

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

the caring one, said, "Work's never done, is it? Delegate what you can and take care

sat down with her bowl of soup and started chatting, "Sis, Dylan's leaving tomorrow, what should I give

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

simple." Stella knew that whatever Rosie chose, Dylan

to give it some thought, "I'll give him something

late, and Stella urged

In her room,

If it was just for an exchange of goods - poultry, herbs, or crops there was no need for such

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

like water purification, agriculture, and

which was a

Willowbrook turned out,?

be a

researcher, He Xing. After years apart, one working for a government agricultural bureau and the other in research, their emotional reunion was followed

was unmatched, and they shared potential problems and solutions generously. Overall, the collaboration was pleasant and harmonious. But as the saying goes, even