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.

blossom branch, raising its head and peeking at them. Its

A snake, there’s a

of here! Please, I’m

“Let’s go.

burrowed into his arms like a startled cub, her voice trembling. She started

pitiful sobs,

“Okay.”

be afraid,

out of here

back, soothing her, unable to

thought, “‘m

trembling curls.

couldn’t resist the temptation to just hold her and

mirage; once they left, it all

the depths of the forest, it

in a

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