Prologue
I can still vividly remember that time.
It was winter, the pink Camellia flowers from his backyard was blooming beautifully. I was standing on their door shivering from the cold, the red knitted scarf on my neck as I rang the bell repeatedly.
And to no avail, no one answered.
As if their house was deserted, a haunted house with not a soul inside.
"You really did left, huh?" I whispered, my breath getting foggier as the winter wind blew across my face, slapping me with it's coldness.
I knew he was like the wind, strong and swift, and here I thought I could catch him.
What a wishful thinking.
I should go, yes, I should.
But why can't I move?
It must be that, it must be.
When the Camellia blooms, my new found love has already ended.
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This is just the first start, I hope everyone can read this although it's similar to a Korean drama named "When the Camellia blooms" this is totally different.
I hope you can read it, thank you!
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