Plucking a Flower Branch

A flower plucked from the spring breeze, its beauty rich with deeper longing. Now it reflects a flower’s face, no longer as red as it once was. … Fifteen years ago, a massacre that wiped out her entire family forced her into the abyss… Fifteen years later, the one who came from the mire yet remained untouched by even a speck of dust pulled her from darkness into the light…