Cherry Blossoms After Winter: Volume 1 Novels & Stories

Driven by pure instinct as a doctor, I rushed over and immediately began performing CPR on him, but he suddenly grabbed my hand. I shouted in panic, “Let go! Are you trying to get yourself killed?” His eyes were unfocused, as if covered by a thin layer of fog, a sign that his consciousness was slipping away. “Summer.” He murmured my name softly, then pulled open his coat. Inside, carefully protected against his chest, was a perfectly preserved Skyspire snow lotus. “The lotus repairs damaged heart channels. You’ll get better. You won’t have to suffer anymore.” John’s obsession stunned all the people that were present on that moment.

I was a nuisance alive, but if I were dead, my mother's connections and hidden assets would slip away. Neal stood nearby, brow furrowed, haunted by my calm gaze as I sat on the warehouse floor. There was no fear, no plea for help, and not even a glance in his direction. That look pierced him like a needle, stirring an inexplicable panic. Liam spoke up. "I found this in the alley behind the warehouse." He opened his hand, revealing a small silver bookmark etched with half a frost flower. It was my cherished keepsake. Olive's sobs paused, then grew louder. "That is Eira's favorite bookmark. Something has happened to her."

Nikolai led her through the mansion, down a different set of hallways to a set of French doors that opened onto the most beautiful garden Anya had ever seen. It was early spring, the kind of soft, hopeful warmth that made the world feel new again. Along the winding stone path, cherry blossoms were just beginning to bloom, their petals drifting like confetti in the breeze. In the center of it all stood a fountain, water gently spilling over stone-carved wolves. A few benches were tucked into quiet corners, made for slow breaths and silent thoughts. The whole place felt like a pause in time. "It's beautiful," she said.

"Edward, please collect the pieces of that book and make sure that every last page is burned." As we step into the valley and make our way through all the cherry blossom trees, I know that this shall be the parting scent that I shall know my beloved as. But what moves me beyond the beauty of their pink flowers is the rows of fairies that bid us farewell as we leave. They, too, do not know my beloved, but my beloved is receiving their blessing into the world beyond. One small tear escapes my eye; I believe these shall become frequent for a long time, if not forever.

My body could not take it because I lacked stamina. It seemed that I had to go on morning runs to train my body. I did not want to see my body collapse before I went abroad. I started dwelling on different kinds of things. At that time, Layla came in with some ointment. “I acted rashly. I thought you wanted to beat the child up. I’m sorry.” My hands stiffened while holding the books. She was apologizing to me, which was unprecedented. I was surprised.

Yang Xiao continued, "In a well-known book named Collection of Ten Thousand Leaves in Japan, there are 118 pieces of plum blossom poems and less than 40 pieces of cherry blossom poems. In October, a large number of cherry blossom songs began to appear in large quantities in this book." A foreigner knew a lot about Japan's cultural classics. The tourists from Japan who had driven Yang Xiao away before all quieted down. Some people began to use their mobile phones to check the books that Yang Xiao mentioned, and even history.

There was an intoxicating smell, the smell of cherry blossoms. Once I was able to slip away from conversations with others I walked over to get a glass of wine. The smell of cherry blossoms is getting stronger. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl with hair that almost looked white, there was an Alpha's son grabbing her and pulling her and she was trying to get away from him. Normally I wouldn't intervene but Atlas was growling for me to stop it.

After failing to seduce his ice queen CEO wife, Josie Sinclair, for the 999th time, Tyler Ford finally called his sister Zoey. "I've decided to get a divorce, Zoey." There was three-seconds of silence before Zoey said solemnly, "I told you long ago that you would never be able to bring someone like Josie down from her pedestal." Tyler teared up as he smiled. "You're right. I was way over my head."

Her alleged partner never shows up with her in public. Her friend and car had not yet arrived, and she was still waiting. The moon was so gorgeous that she lost herself in its beauty as she moved forward, not realising that she had already passed behind the clubhouse. She snapped out of her moment and glanced around. The scenery was astounding. She stood with her back to the cherry blossoms. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and the ground was adorned with colorful fallen flowers. The opaque scene was beautiful. Turning, she reached out to pluck some flowers. She grinned more as she held the flower's delicate petals, which felt incredibly lovely.

Something that had been seeds in November and cold ground in January and was now, in March, doing the thing it had been doing all along without anyone watching. I leaned in closer, it was unmistakable. Fragile and certain all at once, the way new things were — committed to existing before it had any business being sure of anything. "The sunflowers," I said. "The sunflowers," he said. We crouched at the planter together in the cold March air and looked at the small green thread of a thing that had decided to grow in a city garden in a month that barely qualified as spring, and neither of us said anything for a while because there wasn't anything to say that the thing itself wasn't already say