In the enchanting school garden, you plucked petals off a flower, whispering the timeless question, "He loves me, he loves me not."

Yin, your curious friend, interrupted your contemplation. "What are you doing?" they asked.

"I'm seeing if Willy loves me or not," you replied, tearing each petal with anticipation.

Yin suggested, "Why won't you just ask him?"

"He'll just make fun of me," you confessed, a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"Okay, see you later," Yin said, leaving you alone.

"He loves me," you murmured, followed by a hesitant, "He loves me not."

“He-“

But just as you were about to continue, Willy's voice whispered in your ear, "Loves you."

In that moment, the garden's magic embraced you, igniting a spark of hope and possibility in your heart.