Cherry Blossoms After Winter: Volume 1 Novels & Stories

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

Ignoring her question, I got rid of her and went to the checkpoint. Layla ignored the strange gazes of the other people and kept calling my name loudly. Being a lovestruck fool myself, my heart would have softened in my former life. But in this life, I would not do so because I only loved myself. I got in touch with Alex to inform him that I had safely landed at Amesier. Then, I began my studies abroad. I could not get used to the food there, so I cooked sometimes when I was free. I occasionally went out for a stroll with my classmates.

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.

It's gonna be one hell of a rinse, wash, repeat for him~. And after the white silhouette concluded with that it disappeared within a blink of an eye in front of Anima as well. And she exhaled out a long exasperated sigh out into the empty world of flowers as they flow within their own time of the brisking heat in summer, cringingly of the nose in fall, deceased in winter, and begin anew in spring. In their own time. Anima just sat down with her flowers blooming around her and just waited within that time as well…

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

Amid the teasing, Vera blushed and began counting on her fingers. "First, he has to love me deeply. Deep enough to tattoo my name over his heart. "Second, he has to be brave. I heard that on Moonwatch Cliff, there is a briar rose bush. He must pick a stalk for me. "Third—" Before she could finish, the doors of the hall were suddenly pushed open. "Mr. Wren sends his regards and presents these gifts in honor of Miss Vera’s birthday. May she be well and happy."

… One snowy day, Madeline took Oliver outside to build a snowman. Snow drifted down in soft flakes as the two of them laughed and shaped their snowman. But just as they found themselves lost in the moment, someone stepped closer and came to a stop beside them. Madeline turned instinctively. It was the last two people she ever wanted to see again.

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

She wasn’t getting what exactly was going on? Meaning, she thought she was dreaming. It was winter from where she came from? Then, where is this ? The beautiful pinkish-white petals of the cherry blossom were falling on her skin, lightly and softly. She was liking and loving each and every second in there. Suddenly, she found out the cut in her arms and it pained like the sting of a bee or an ant.