Forever Remembering the Day the Flowers Bloomed

Pure romance readers, come on in! [A breathtaking love story + A heroine who puts country before self + A wondrous romance spanning two lifetimes] It is all because, as you lay dying in your previous life, you said: “The flowers have bloomed again. Please remember me in your next life, all right? I don’t want to forget your face. When the flowers bloom again, I want to see you once more.”

For the sake of that promise, I endured countless bowls of Granny Meng’s Forgetfulness Soup.

I believe that when the flowers bloom again, we’ll meet once more. We will, won’t we?