I once asked him why he was so obsessed with white camellias and not other colors. Even when he saw the branches were soft or the leaves were faded, he would cut them off along with the roots and stems. He closed the book in his hand and smiled without saying a word.
I didn't give up, and after asking again and again, he gave an ambiguous answer: Because white looks like her.
#BE short story
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