She watched her mother smile as she passed away among the hibiscus flowers. She loved flowers, but hated hibiscus more than anything. She learned to live alone, and gave everything she had to the begonias.
He liked hibiscus because its flower language was resilience. His kindness became the April wind that blew away the last trace of begonia fragrance.
In the end, she fell in love with hibiscus, and he finally found the begonia's fragrance again.
