Hibiscus flowers bloom at dawn and wither by dusk.
As if they must spend a lifetime's worth of strength just to bloom in all their glory.
She once thought their love would be just like a hibiscus: after opening for one brief moment, it would die beneath the relentless passage of time.
Was their five-year promise something only she had been holding on to?
When he appeared before her again, his sharp features seemed so distant and indifferent.
But he asked her, "Does our promise from back then still stand?"
It turned out that, just like her, he had always held on to their feelings.
When he reached out to take her hand, she hesitated.
At a moment when she should have been overjoyed, she faltered.
Can his questions and anger pull her out of her protective shell?
Can she, timid and cowardly, take his hand and never let go again?
Can they resolve the grudges between the previous generation, dispel the shadows lingering in her heart, and step into a happy future of their own?
Perhaps love is fated...
A quiet, slow-moving story.
If you happen upon it by chance, I hope the words bring a smile to your face. That would be all I could wish for.
A new historical romance.
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