A Dream of Blossoms

I've just started a new short story collection, The Fragrant Old-Style Flower Box. Hehe, I'll include this little story in it. Haha, and at everyone's request, I'll adjust the ending a little, so please keep supporting me~~ I'm an oleander, a flower spirit who has only completed half of my cultivation. I still can't take human form. Ever since I became conscious, I've stayed in this shabby, uninhabited courtyard, sometimes watching the clouds, sometimes gazing at the sky, or bickering with the peach tree beside me. I have no ambitions, though I occasionally daydream about ascending in broad daylight and becoming an oleander immortal one day. All in all, my days are quite pleasant. The peach tree is different from me. She wants to cultivate into an immortal. I asked her why, but she couldn't explain it herself. Then he came, dressed all in white, handsome and elegant, leading a big-eyed girl. Who says being human is no good? Is cultivating into an immortal really so important? "Because once you become an immortal, you can live in heaven and won't have to suffer the hardships of the changing seasons." I didn't understand what the hardships of the cycle meant. By the time I did… Theme: