When winter comes to London, their meeting feels almost fated.
In a hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant, he is simply dressed yet unmistakably distinguished. Their eyes meet briefly, then turn away in quiet understanding...
Her feelings for him are a young girl’s longing, the only field of flowers to bloom in a barren world.
His infatuation with her is more like a blessing, a hand lifting her up. He hopes she will be strong and captivating, like a white camellia that refuses to wither.
Yet for her, the more deeply she sinks into happiness, the tighter pain winds around her like a vine.
Every story must end, and theirs finally comes to a stop in that damp, biting winter...
“We spent a year falling in love, then a lifetime learning silence before the gravestone.”
