Falling Cherry Blossoms Novels & Stories

Ye Chen asked, seeing Su yuhan pause and look at him. “Who wants to stare at you? I was admiring the cherry blossoms.” Su yuhan gave the exciuse. Ye Chen then looked up at the falling cherry blossoms and smiled. “They are rather beautiful when falling.” Then, one of the blossoms fell onto his face. “Or rather not.” Ye Chen then swiped the blossom off his face, making Yuhan laugh. “Come, let’s begin,” Su Yuhan said, sitting before him and extending her hands to be clinched with his.

Cheryl grinned. The man took out his cellphone from his pants pocket: an expensive cell phone, with black colour. Cheryl started typing as instructed. "Huh, how come the cherry blossoms come out?" "Read the caption." "Cherry blossoms, derived from Japanese, the word 'pocket' which means flower." "Do you see the picture?" Cheryl nodded. "Isn't it beautiful?" "If you are juxtaposed with that flower, you are still the prettiest among them." Cheryl looked at her opponent. She swore that this very instant, Cheryl had fallen in love with the wise man in front of her.

“Brat, what did you say?” “Looks like you’re still young and stupid. The cherry blossom stems from Heaven’s Sanctum!” Yang Xiao repeated each word clearly! There were even more unfriendly eyes around, and some people even approached them. "Foreigner, what did you say?" “You dare insult our national flower?” “D*mmit!” “Are you crazy, Yang Xiao?” Gong Ling’er stomped her feet, her face red. The cherry blossom was the national beauty of Japan. This was the knowledge he had learned in primary school geography textbooks. It was basic knowledge, wasn't it?

Wyatt stood on the second-floor balcony, a cigarette between his fingers, his gaze dark as he stared toward the estate entrance. When Carson appeared breathless at the side entrance of the ballroom, Wyatt almost ran down the stairs. "You’d better brace yourself," Carson said, hesitating slightly as he handed over the tablet. The surveillance footage was slightly grainy, yet the garden from that charity gala three years ago was still clearly visible. In a corner of the garden, a girl in a white dress stood on her toes, carefully lifting a swaying bird’s nest back onto a tree branch. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling her figure. She looked so clean, so out of place in the world, l

“Come on, chef boy. Let’s go check on that mango habanero aioli before you burn it like last time.” “Don’t talk about my aioli like that,” Rocky huffed, following him inside. Alone, Minnie leaned back into her chair, letting the sea air brush her skin. For the first time since the night of the dinner disaster, she let herself exhale. The water glistened. Her mimosa sparkled. She felt… not okay, but breathing. Still, something made her spine prickle. A tickle in the air. Like being watched. Then— A bouquet of sunflowers landed on the table in front of her.

"I don't want the grape vines to die." I pitied these vines, which seemed worthless to outsiders. I pitied myself too, who seemed worthless to outsiders. At midnight, Kash sent me home. I stood in the yard for a long time. There were many flowers planted here, almost all of which Jeffrey liked. I picked these flowers in turn and packed them. The tulip was planted after Jeffrey saw the wonderful colors it had. The Daisy, representing purity and love, was brought back by Jeffrey after watching a ballet performance. The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park.

“I’ll donate all my organs. If I do something good, can you come visit my grave every year?” I nodded again. He smiled with satisfaction, and the strength slowly left his hand. Two months later, it was Christmas Eve. Ferguson and I visited Johnson’s grave. They had Johnson’s heart transplanted to Ferguson. I did not know if it was just a coincidence or if Johnson had arranged it himself. Ferguson placed a bouquet in front of his grave. He turned around and smiled while looking at me. He said, “Whenever I see you, my heart always skips a beat. I wonder if it’s because of him or me.

Her father died unexpectedly and left them in a sea of sorrow. Rosalia and her mother are living in a two-story house that her parents bought together. It’s a small house, but they’re happy there. She is strolling along the winding streets of the city. The streets are adorned with a delicate shower of cherry blossoms, their pale pink and white petals gently swaying in the breeze. Despite her efforts to catch a few in passing, the ephemeral nature of the blossoms eludes her grasp. As she is strolling along, the enchanting scene inspires a melody in her heart and a sense of melancholy as she realizes that this fleeting season will soon come to a close. This spring season holds a special place

I'll be spending the entire day with her. Benjamin chuckled lightly and said, "Tell her to wear the bunny outfit." I closed my eyes. I felt my heart suddenly clench with excruciating pain before finally becoming so heavy that it seemed to plummet and crash down into the abyss.

She blushes softly before waving me off. Her answer makes me dissapointed but I don't blame her. It is not I have any right over what she does. I follow her out her perfume wafting into my senses with her every step. She smells so nice just like a mixture of lavender, jasmine and hyacinth. I can't stop staring at her when she is not looking. She turns back when she reaches her car that I almost bump into her. That is how absent minded her body has made me. "Do you need a ride home?" she asks.