"Brother Logan, I see you've been staring at this Little Flower somewhat entranced. Could it be that there's actually some hidden secret with this flower that my eyes have missed?"
There was a probing intent in her words, not out of distrust for Logan's judgement, but because that was just how Maya Leaf always was. She would always entertain a second guess at anything, yet with this particular yellow chrysanthemum, she truly had not noticed anything unusual.
"No."
Logan shook his head; his face showing no pretense.
"I haven't seen anything either, but for some reason, I really admire this little yellow chrysanthemum. Haven't you noticed that it's about to wilt?"
"Hmm?"
Reminded by him, Maya Leaf looked again with earnest.
Initially, because it was just an ordinary little yellow chrysanthemum, she didn't pay much attention to it—just a glance and not a thorough one. She never expected Logan to observe such minute details, and thus she followed suit in close observation.