Next to the pear tree, there is a young man in bloom. His eyes were touchingly blue, like a quiet lake, shining brightly. Although the fiery red hair hangs to the ground, it is not stained with a trace of dirt. He quietly looked at the budding pear blossom, day after day.
Finally, a pure pear blossom revealed itself in the bloody kiss of a pale boy and became a unique flower spirit.
Seven hundred years ago, she was lively and clever, lingering around the boy.
However, she fell into another love river because of another smile like fresh snow.
The young man accepted that promise for her.
For seven hundred years, she lived happily with him who smiled like snow...
Happy times passed by. Seven hundred years later, she stepped into the underworld alone to fulfill the promise she made seven hundred years ago...
When she saw him again, she felt mixed and sad.
His stubbornness, his vulnerability, his indifference...
She was willing to do that to make it up to him...
But...
Things can never be done exactly as they were originally intended.
Always changed by some details.
Seven hundred years later...
What will happen...
Flower charm.
Flower charm...
Flower charm!
His cry...
Again and again...