My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 138

“A black one.”

Orion placed the iris in front of her.

A faint, familiar scent wafted into her nostrils, cutting off Xanthea’s miserable screams abruptly as she slowly opened her eyes to indeed see a black iris before her.

The flower had six petals, shaped like an orchid, and its green leaves were narrow yet sharp, swaying passionately in the thick night breeze. It added an endless allure to its already captivating presence, drawing Xanthea’s mind into a whirl of fascination.

Xanthea stared at the iris, lost in its beauty, “It’s so beautiful.”

Orion, too, was mesmerized, “Yeah.”

“I can’t believe they actually have irises here!”

“Ms. Nightshade, do you know the language of black irises?”

“Of course!”

Proudly sniffing the iris, Xanthea boasted, “I’m a fervent iris aficionado! Among all varieties, black is not only rare but its symbolism is most unique.

its head and peeking at them. Its green eyes emitted a

snake, there’s

out of here! Please, I’m

“Let’s go.

his arms like a startled cub, her voice trembling. She started to whimper, clearly her mental

hearing her pitiful sobs,

“Okay.”

afraid, it’s alright

be out of here

patted her back, soothing her, unable to

“‘m sorry,

trembling curls.

knew he shouldn’t scare her, he couldn’t resist the temptation to just hold

forest was like mirage; once they left, it all

party to the depths of the forest, it was just

those fifteen minutes passed in a blink,

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warmth and strength from his heat and the robust thumping of his heart, until she heard a heavenly voice, “Ms.