Cherry Blossom Snow: A Dance That Captivates the City

He was ruthless and heartless, like a crimson poppy. Then he met her, and his frozen heart grew warm.

She was pure and pristine, like an ice lotus on a snowy mountain. Then she met him, and her ordeal began.

When they first met, cherry blossoms fell like snow, and her dance was breathtakingly beautiful.

He asked her to dance for him for as long as it took a flower to bloom, a dance amid falling cherry blossoms. Whose heart was wounded by this blood-red sorrow?