The Wind's Leaves Never Fall

An Ran, you silly girl, if she didn't love you, why would she be so considerate, looking after every little thing and worrying that you'd go hungry or sleep cold, always putting your feelings first? In this vast world, among so many people, how wonderful that we met. Meeting you is a blessing earned over three lifetimes; loving you, I'd give up everything.

The best thing in my life is that when I arrived, you happened to be there.

An Ran, in this vast sea of humanity, you are the breeze that came late.

An Ran, when the mountain flowers bloom, you are the swallow that arrived late.

An Ran, as snow fills the sky, you are the plum blossom on the branch.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.