You Love Peonies, I Love Plum Blossoms

When it comes down to it, what happened between us was simply that you thought too little of me, while I thought too highly of you. If you still want to know the details, all I can say is: "You love peonies, while I love plum blossoms." One is gaudy and vulgar, the other noble and austere. Though their colors are equally vivid, in the end... They were never meant to walk the same path. The story of the protagonist's aunt. In this story's setting... Theme: