She died of illness at the age of eight and was reborn as a white chrysanthemum at her funeral.
The petals become a medium for perceiving the world, and the real thoughts and lies of those who touch it are turned into whispers that nourish the flower spirit.
My mother wiped the tombstone three times a week, but she always lingered on the edge of saying "I'm sorry" that she couldn't say.
With the observation of the tombkeeper, the intervention of the psychologist, and the guidance of an old man who can communicate with flowers and plants, the flower spirit gradually comes into contact with another unknown secret buried underground in the cemetery.
When the mother finally broke down and revealed the truth, what Hua Ling saw was not a single death, but a cruel choice that a mother was forced to make in a desperate situation, and two superimposed guilts.
The obsession turns from this - she not only wants to understand her mother's pain, but also bridges the gap between her mother and another deceased person, so that the buried truth and the absent apology can rest in peace among the white petals.
