Twelve years ago.
At five, she was as proud as a princess, and naively and willfully set her sights on a handsome boy...
At nine, he had already endured every hurt and tear. Coldly, he lured her into his broken world... Perhaps, with her, he could find wholeness amid the broken pieces.
Twelve years later.
The princess had become an ugly duckling. She had tasted a boy's tears and come to understand his pain. But what about the boy? Where was he now?
Who was that man, so breathtakingly beautiful? Was his appearance a miracle or a dream? If it was only a dream... then was her life destined to be so tragic...
Another four years passed.
When they met again, with everything and everyone changed, who knew whether the lavender, still waiting, would ever see the end of its wait...
Do you know the meaning of lavender?
This is simply a story about waiting and eternity, meant to express the simplest kind of happiness.
P.S. Fake transmigration, fake naive heroine!
