Cherry Blossoms After Winter Free Read Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted to the date in the corner of the photo, and my breath caught. November 6. Three years ago. The day before that was the day I found out I was pregnant. I had been so happy then. I believed that once Ethan heard the news, he would cry happy tears like I did. I thought he would rush to marry me and give our child a complete family. However, the moment I told him, the smile vanished from his face. “Vivian, I have told you many times. Marriage and children are not part of my plans for the next few years.

Spring arrived in the valley like a blessing, like a promise finally fulfilled after a long and bitter winter. The snow melted slowly at first, then all at once, revealing green grass that seemed to spring up overnight and wildflowers that painted the meadows in shades of purple and gold and white. The stream swelled with fresh water, clear and cold, rushing over rocks that had been frozen for months. Birds returned from wherever they had wintered, filling the air with song so rich and vibrant that it seemed almost loud after the silence of the cold months.

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

When I saw the news, I felt only surprise before I subconsciously swiped away. The Tromp family sent Greyson's letter of farewell to me. On the day I received it, I went to the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop. After getting out of the car, I walked to a grave. The weather was very cold. I placed the flowers at the grave, my voice choking slightly. "Kelly, the bad guys who hurt you have been caught. I miss you very much." After losing the baby, I found the fetus in the bin for medical waste. She was seven months old, and I could already see her limbs and facial features.

Just like what happened to me in my previous life. When I heard of their death, the weight on me was instantly relieved. Those who brought about my tragic end were gone at last. The winter of my life ended, and I was heading toward spring.

came back. He wanted us to have a break from each other ! Noooooo. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Chuun gyeoul kkeuteul jina (Passing by the edge of the cold winter) Dasi bomnari ol ttaekkaji (Until the days of spring) Kkot piul ttaekkaji (Until the days of flowers blossom) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Finally, the harsh winter had passed, and spring had just started. I woke up this morning to the sweet chirping of birds outside my window. The snow was now replaced by soft lush grasses. One thing about me? I love flowers. Their fragrance always drew me to them, and I could relate to their fragile nature.

I whispered, focusing on the colorful bush. Something strange happened. The flowers separated and began to flutter upward, like butterflies taking flight. It was beautiful. Once all of the flowers left the bush, the branches looked stark, empty, like a barren tree in the deep of winter. Alarmed, I wondered why the flowers had abandoned it. The petals continued rising and headed toward me. Astonished, I tilted my head to keep watching. A bubble-gum pink flower fell onto my arm. I shook it, trying to get it to drop, but it wouldn't budge.

The weather today feels like a wispy kiss of summer, without the baking heat of the fiery July and Autumn months. The blossom on the trees looks like cake frosting in delicious creams and pinks, and the petals burst out from lower down the branches, leaving the tips still in a tight bud. After the denuded trees of winter, their new and splendid clothes are a joy to see. The lazy wind pushes against the clipped grass like a child blowing a dandelion seed on its way. Above the white wisps trail and the early spring sun brings a welcoming warmth that coats me as good as caramel over a harvest apple.

The scene of a young college girl reading under a cherry blossom tree, tucking her hair behind her ear. The image contained such purity that it made my heart beat accelerate. Recollecting that particular memory made me entirely sure that Elisa could not fall out of love with me.