They used to be worlds apart.
One lived in a shabby little hut in the rundown Rongdiao district of Zone 78.
The other lived in a mansion closest to the Central Core.
Who knows whose smile brought them together?
She really felt inferior.
He was so powerful, so privileged. How could someone like her, born in the mud, ever be worthy of him?
He felt inferior too.
She was so gentle, so wonderful. How could he, mired in a swamp of power, keep from tainting her?
Looking back, she met his softly smiling, tender eyes.
“Lord Byakuya, you’re just like a cherry blossom.”
Whatever the ending, they did find their way to each other, didn’t they?
