When the curfew bell rang, Fudite Anni was hiding in the greenhouse shadows.
She only wanted to take one last look at the dying winter tea flower.
Then one hand covered her mouth, while another locked around her waist.
“Keep still.” His breath brushed her ear. “Unless you, top student, want to get expelled.”
Someone from the royal family: Senxie'er Huoluolai, the second prince who smiled like he was wearing a mask and looked at people as if they were toys.
He saved her, and discovered her secret: the faintly aching mark on the inside of her wrist, and the flower that quietly came back to life after she left.
The next day, the dorm supervisor handed her a deep red uniform.
Later, he asked her to dance three times.
Everyone at the academy said the second prince had taken a liking to the flower girl.
Fudite didn't believe it. The more perfect the royal family seemed on the surface, the more rotten they were inside. Her mother had told her so.
But she didn't know that even some rotten people might sincerely want to bloom once, the moment they touched the scorching sun.
Nor did she know that her dearest friend was walking step by step toward a fate she couldn't save her from.
This is an era when everyone wants to climb higher.
This is a story where everyone is bound to fall.
Theme: Even in rotten soil, you must bloom as yourself.
