The Day Amara Questioned Humanity
Julian calmly raised one finger.
"Study hard first."
Then he pointed at the bouquet.
"And stop emotionally blackmailing people before elentary school graduation."
His barrage of soul-searching lecture left the little kid defenseless.
The kid opened his mouth, looking like he was about to cry.
His tiny face slowly stiffened.
His eyes beca watery.
Even the roses in his hands seed to droop.
[Children should be guided properly while they’re young.]
[If he learns to rely on tricks now, he’ll only stumble harder later. Better he rembers the lesson than the tears.]
"..."
Hearing Julian’s inner thoughts, Amara Ravenswood felt a headache coming on.
The corners of her mouth twitched.
This guy...
Why was he seriously fighting with a child?
She stared at Julian’s calm profile.
His golden eyes remained lazy and peaceful, carrying that sa gentlemanly expression as if he had done absolutely nothing wrong.
Anyone seeing him for the first ti would probably think he was so refined young master from a prestigious household.
Who would imagine the nonsense hidden inside his head?
Amara rubbed her forehead helplessly.
A headache was starting to creep in.
Because of a child.
Then she crouched down slightly, lowering herself to his eye level before speaking in a softer voice.
"Don’t cry, alright? How about I buy your flowers?"
The little boy’s watery eyes instantly lit up.
Like soone had switched on a light.
"Okay."
Amara blinked.
"...Huh?"
That change happened so fast it almost gave her whiplash.
A second ago the kid looked like the world had personally betrayed him. Tears hanging at the corners of his eyes, lips trembling pitifully.
Now?
Gone.
Not a trace left.
Still, Amara didn’t think too much about it.
After all, he was just a little kid.
And honestly... seeing soone that young standing outside selling flowers while people walked past him without stopping did make her feel a little bad.
Buying a few flowers wasn’t so huge sacrifice.
The little boy imdiately grinned and lifted the flowers slightly.
"Sister, how many do you want?"
Amara thought for a mont.
"Nine."
"Alright!"
The boy moved instantly.
His tiny hands worked with shocking speed.
One flower.
Two flowers.
Three.
He skillfully arranged them together, wrapped them in paper, tied them up neatly, and then looked up with a bright innocent smile.
"It’s thirty-eight each, so that’s three hundred and forty-two. I’ll waive the two bucks. Just give three hundred and forty."
As he spoke, he smoothly pulled out a paynt code.
"..."
"...?"
"...???"
Amara froze.
Her hand, halfway toward her pocket, stopped completely.
She stared at the QR code.
Then at the flowers.
Then back at the kid.
Wait.
Hold on.
Sothing felt very, very wrong here.
Why...
Why was this child so practiced?!
No—
Forget practiced.
This little demon moved like he’d been running a business for twenty years.
Nearby, Julian lowered his head.
His shoulders started shaking violently.
Amara narrowed her eyes.
"...What are you doing?"
Julian pressed his lips together.
Nothing.
No response.
But inside his head—
He had already exploded.
[Laughing to death.]
[Naive. Far too naive.]
[Do you really think a kid selling flowers is harmless?]
[Learn from . As long as you’re more shaless than a dog, even the dog can’t hurt you.]
The mont Julian’s voice echoed in her mind, Amara nearly choked.
Her beautiful face twitched.
Blood pressure rising.
How was she supposed to know?!
Who expects a child this small to be a natural-born businessman?!
Taking a small breath, Amara forced an awkward smile.
"Actually..."
"Hm?"
"How about just one flower instead? I don’t think I need that many."
The air suddenly beca quiet.
Very quiet.
The smile on the little boy’s face slowly disappeared.
Completely.
His expression turned blank.
Then his eyebrows furrowed.
"I already wrapped them up, sister."
The innocent voice from before was gone.
He stared at her with narrowed eyes.
"If you don’t want them..."
"...how am I supposed to sell them to soone else?"
Amara: "..."
For a mont, Amara just stood there in silence.
A strange feeling suddenly hit her.
She felt like so evil villain from a story — the kind who cornered innocent children while standing there with a cold expression.
The thought itself was so ridiculous that even she almost doubted her own sanity.
Julian imdiately turned around.
His shoulders shook.
His lips twitched.
Then—
"Pfft—!"
That was it.
He completely lost.
He hurriedly covered his mouth, but his body had already betrayed him. His shoulders trembled harder as he desperately tried to suppress his laughter.
Amara slowly turned her head toward him.
Her eyes narrowed.
"..."
The stare alone carried enough pressure to freeze soone in place.
Julian instantly coughed and straightened himself.
"Ahem."
As if nothing had happened.
As if he had definitely not almost died laughing a second ago.
Amara glared at him.
The look in her eyes practically scread You think this is funny?
Julian looked away innocently.
Absolutely shaless.
A few seconds later, Amara suddenly grabbed Julian’s hand tightly.
"Ignore him."
Her voice was calm, but there was a faint hint of irritation hidden beneath it.
Julian looked down at their joined hands for a mont before smiling slightly.
"Alright."
Without saying anything else, he gently pulled Amara up and started walking away.
Seeing Julian about to leave, the kid’s eyes widened.
Then he suddenly sat directly on the ground.
And scread.
"These two are bullying a kid! Buying things without paying!"
His voice was unbelievably loud.
The shout exploded through the street like a firecracker.
Instantly—
People turned around.
Heads moved.
Eyes gathered from every direction.
"What happened?"
"Bullying a child?"
"Really?"
"That handso young man doesn’t look like that kind of person..."
"I don’t know... you can’t judge by appearance."
The crowd imdiately started whispering among themselves.
Then suddenly—
A middle-aged woman rushed out from literally nowhere like she had been waiting for this exact mont.
She directly grabbed Julian’s sleeve and shouted dramatically,
"You’re bullying my son, aren’t you? I’m going to call the police to arrest you."
Amara’s brows instantly knitted together.
Her expression turned cold.
Wasn’t this just bullying?
"Then call them, lady."
Seeing the woman acting like a shrew, Amara also got a bit angry.
The woman ignored her completely.
Instead, she tightened her grip around Julian’s sleeve.
"Let go."
Julian frowned, tugging his arm in displeasure.
This old woman, Amara didn’t buy anything, why are you grabbing ? Taking advantage isn’t done like this.
"I won’t let go, so what? If you have the guts, hit ."
The middle-aged woman’s face beca even more vicious, pushing Julian’s chest twice with a hint of smugness in her eyes.
Not happy? If you’re not happy, hit .
As long as you touch , you won’t get away with less than twenty thousand today.
Just as she pushed Julian, he staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.
"Julian, are you okay?"
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