On a beautiful evening in the summer, a time when your favorite flowers start to bloom, your father, the former Emperor, planted a whole garden, filled with only the violet hydrangeas, just for you after he had died.

You were taking a stroll around your palace, heading towards the garden.

Once you had the arrived at the garden, you spotted an unfamiliar man sitting on the grass as he held a hydrangea in his hand. He looked at the flower with a smile as the wind blew through his hair.