She often looked at the sky outside the palace wall, imagining that she was a cloud held up by tall crabapple trees. She returned to the fields of her childhood, with dandelions whispering in her ears and startled sparrows shaking off the spring scenery.
Later, she understood that everyone is a survivor under the gears of fate. In the withered ground, the cold spring wind has blown away the courage, and she is still waiting for the next spring when the begonia flowers bloom.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
