Ten years slipped by. She clung to her hatred, gathered up her love, and willingly lost herself in worldly affairs. He, meanwhile, cast aside his feelings, locked away his heart, and wished the past would fade like the wind.
In the end, whose certainty came too late, whose sincerity teetered on the brink, and whose vow remained quietly unbroken?
The spring blossoms have withered, and harsh winter has come around again. Whose waiting will end with a reunion beneath blooming flowers?
