My Wife Is a Little Fairy Doctor

In an ordinary mountain village, under a big tree, a three or four-year-old boy was counting petals. "Go", "Don't go", "Go", "Don't go"... When the last petal was about to fall, a gust of wind blew from the sky and blew the last petal away. A gust of wind, a petal of a flower, a magnificent life~ "Looks like I'd better go"...