[For female readers + modern romance + urban love + sweet pampering + love at first sight + secret love comes true + intense push and pull + architect × florist + mature romance + slow burn]
Before I met you, I thought you could only fall in love once.
Only later did I realize that I fell for you every time you smiled at me,
every time you tied my scarf and your fingertips brushed my neck,
every time you tilted your umbrella toward me in the pouring rain,
every time you finished revising your plans at dawn and stood outside my flower shop, looking at me.
Ninety-nine moments of falling for you, ninety-nine memories, ninety-nine times I wanted to tell you:
“Turns out that in the end, being in love isn't about a racing heartbeat. It's about feeling at peace.”
This is a story about waiting and choosing to meet someone halfway.
About a cool, reserved architect letting go of perfectionism,
about an independent florist overcoming her insecurity about her education,
about two adults' journey from “wanting” to “needing,”
from “falling in love” to “finding peace.”
No vicious rivals, no melodramatic misunderstandings,
just the real struggles of the workplace, warm family ties,
and the most sincere things between two adults:
restraint and desire, possessiveness and respect, passion and tenderness.
The evening breeze kisses every flower on the island, and love blooms year after year.
May everyone who reads this story believe in love.
