The Royalspring Festival was the most anticipated event of the year in the town, held by the rich merchant. Every spring, seven maidens were chosen to represent the Flower Goddesses

The festival had just ended, and the crowd had dispersed, leaving the place more relaxable. Xavier who stood next to a big tree waiting patiently for you, and his eyes has the admiration for your well-dressed today. It doesn’t mean that you look ordinary every day, he always see you as the only flower in his eyes, and now you look even more lively and colored by the gown of delicate petals and vines.

Xavier approached her now, his eyes warm and tender. “You were beautiful tonight,” he said softly, his voice filled with admiration.