Chapter 51

　　We all sit on one bench a few meters away from the greenhouse that fits a two-story house. Its roof and wall are made of glass. I can see the plants, flowers blooming in different colors. It looks like a little paradise, but one thing that catches my attention is him.

　　Phoenix is sitting on a small bench in front of a flower bed that I can’t quite put my finger on what kind of flower is that. He’s wearing a white shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans. Only half of himself that I can see, but there’s a headphone plug on his ears.

　　“He’s been like that since he came here two days ago. He didn’t talk much, just ate whenever he needed it, then plugged the headset on his ears whether he was sleeping or not. When he woke up, he went there and stayed there until noon,” Izzy explains.

　　“What’s he listening to?” I ask with a low voice.

　　She shrugs. “No one knows.”