[The pear blossoms in the world never fall, because someone is waiting for someone who will never come back]
I have dreamed about a pear forest since I was a child, and there is always a vague figure standing in the forest.
When I was seventeen, pear blossom marks appeared inexplicably on my wrist. I could understand the whispers of plants and trees, and attracted the attention of a man - he had silver hair and golden eyes. He was neither a human nor a monster. The look in his eyes hid a thousand years of pain.
"You have died for the common people three times..." He stroked my brow, "This time, I will keep you despite the odds."
When the truth about the sacrifice a hundred years ago was revealed, I realized that that first meeting under the pear tree happened long before reincarnation.
Purpose: Hobby
