Zelia's heart stirred slightly as she heard Benjamin Chins continue, "When Nathan was a child, he loved to play here. His mother often accompanied him, teaching him how to plant and prune." As if remembering the scene, Benjamin Chins couldn't help but laugh, "Nathan was only this tall back then, like a little gardener." He gestured, indicating a height slightly taller than the flower bed. Zelia tried to picture Nathan back then but found herself unable to imagine him as a little gardener. "Nathan used to be quite a handful, always pestering Grace to take him out to play. However, he later became less inclined to smile." As he spoke, a flicker of sadness crossed the old man's eyes.
"Why?" Zelia really wanted to ask but didn't know where to begin. Benjamin Chins seemed to sense her confusio
